AMY, quivering, 'Can he suspect!' RICHARDSON, who has her own troubles, 'About the chop?' AMY. 'If she should come while he is here!' RICHARDSON. 'Come along, Miss. What's the matter?' AMY. 'I can't go away. I am not going.' She darts into the cupboard. It is as if she had heard Ginevra cry, 'Amy, the cupboard.' RICHARDSON, tugging at the closed door, 'Come out of that. I promised to put you on the upper landing. You can't go hiding in there, lady.' AMY, peeping out, 'I can and I will. Let go the door. I came here expecting to have to hide.' She closes the door as her father enters with Steve. The Colonel is chatting, but his host sees that Richardson is in distress. STEVE, who thinks that the lady has been got rid of, 'What is it?' RICHARDSON. 'Would you speak with me a minute, sir?' STEVE, pointedly, 'Go away. You have some work to do on the stair. Go and do it. I'm sorry, Colonel, that you didn't bring Alice with you.' COLONEL. 'She is coming on later.' STEVE. 'Good.' COLONEL. 'I have come from Pall Mall. Wanted to look in at the club once more, so I had a chop there.' RICHARDSON, with the old sinking, 'A chop!' She departs with her worst suspicions confirmed. STEVE, as they pull their chairs nearer to the fire, 'Is Alice coming on from home?' COLONEL. 'Yes, that's it.' He stretches out his legs. 'Steve, home is the best club in the world. Such jolly fellows all the members!' STEVE. 'You haven't come here to talk about your confounded baby again, have you?' COLONEL, apologetically, 'If you don't mind.'