LADY MARY. Then if I get a good character for you from Mrs. Perkins,
she will make the necessary arrangements.
(She resumes reading.)
TWEENY (elated). My lady!
LADY MARY. By the way, I hope you are a good sailor.
TWEENY (startled). You don't mean, my lady, I'm to go on the ship?
LADY MARY. Certainly.
TWEENY. But--(To CRICHTON.) You ain't going, sir?
CRICHTON. No.
TWEENY (firm at last). Then neither ain't I.
AGATHA. YOU must.
TWEENY. Leave him! Not me.
LADY MARY. Girl, don't be silly. Crichton will be--considered in
your wages.
TWEENY. I ain't going.
CRICHTON. I feared this, my lady.
TWEENY. Nothing'll budge me.
LADY MARY. Leave the room.
(CRICHTON shows TWEENY out with marked politeness.)
AGATHA. Crichton, I think you might have shown more displeasure with
her.
CRICHTON (contrite). I was touched, my lady. I see, my lady, that to
part from her would be a wrench to me, though I could not well say
so in her presence, not having yet decided how far I shall go with
her.
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