Dick
For years I've spent eight hours a day meddling with silly persons' silly quarrels, and eight hours more governing the nation. I've never been able to spend more than half my income. I'm merely working myself to death in order to leave a fortune to my nieces, two desperately plain girls with red noses.
Lady Kelsey
But what are you going to do?
Dick
Oh, I don't know. Perhaps I'll try my hand at big game shooting, if Alec will take me on this expedition of his. I've always thought shooting would be an agreeable pastime if partridges were the size of well-grown sheep and pheasants a little larger than a cow.
Mrs. Crowley
Then the breakdown in your health is all humbug?
Dick
Absolute humbug. If I were to tell the truth people would shut me up in a lunatic asylum. I've come to the conclusion that there's only one game in the world worth playing, and that's the game of life. I'm rich enough to devote myself to it entirely.
Mrs. Crowley
But you'll get bored to death.
Dick
Not I! Why, I'm growing younger every day. My dear Mrs. Crowley, I don't feel a day more than eighteen.
Mrs. Crowley
You certainly look quite twenty-five.
Dick
I haven't a white hair in my head.
Mrs. Crowley
I suppose your servant plucks them out every morning.
Dick
Oh, very rarely. One a month at the outside.
Mrs. Crowley
I think I see one on the left temple.
Dick
Really! How careless of Charles! I must speak to him.
Mrs. Crowley
Let me pluck it out.
Dick
I shall allow you to do nothing so familiar.
[George comes hurriedly into the room.
George
There's Alec Mackenzie. He's just driven up in a cab.
Dick
He must have come from the trial. Then it's all over.
Lady Kelsey
Quick! Go to the stairs, or Miller won't let him up.
[George runs across the room and opens the door.
George
[Calling.] Miller, Miller, Mr. Mackenzie's to come up.
[Lucy Allerton, hearing a commotion, comes in. She is older than George, a tall girl, white now, with eyes heavy from want of sleep. She has lived in the country all her life, and has brought up to London a sort of remoteness from the world. She is beautiful in a very English manner, and her clear-cut features are an index to a character in which the moral notions are peculiarly rigid. Self-control is a quality which she possesses in a marked degree, and one which she enormously admires in others.
Lucy
Who is it?
George
It's Alec Mackenzie. He's come from the trial!
Lucy
Then it's finished at last. [She shakes hands with Dick.] It's so good of you to come.
Boulger
You're perfectly wonderful, Lucy. How can you be so calm?
Lucy