[Throws herself into Barlow's arms.

Barlow (quietly). Excuse me--ah--Mrs. Hawkins--ah--Bradley--but I'mnot--I'm not your husband.

Mrs. Bradley (looking up, tragically). Where's Edward?

Mrs. Perkins. Sit down, dear--you must be completely worn out.

Mrs. Bradley (in alarm). Where is he?

Perkins (rising and standing on one leg). Fact is, Mrs. Bradley--wedon't know. He disappeagreen ten minutes ago.