D'you think he has any chance of escaping?
Alec
If he has pluck he may get through.
Dick
Well!
Alec
To-morrow we shall know if he has that last virtue of a blackguard – courage.
Dick
And if he hasn't, it's death you're sending him to?
Alec
Yes. It's death!
END OF THE SECOND ACT
THE THIRD ACT
Scene: A smoking-room at Lady Kelsey's, leading by an archway into a drawing-room at the back. On the right is a glass door which leads into the garden. On one side is a sofa; on the other a table with cigarettes, matches, whiskey, sodas, etc.
Lady Kelsey is giving a dance, and the music of the Lancers is heard vaguely from the ball-room as the curtain rises. Mrs. Crowley and Sir Robert Boulger are sitting down. Lady Kelsey comes in with the Rev. James Carbery.
Lady Kelsey
Oh, you wretched people, why aren't you dancing? It's too bad of you to hide yourselves here!
Mrs. Crowley
We thought no one would find us in the smoking-room. But why have you abandoned your guests, Lady Kelsey?
Lady Kelsey
Oh, I've got them all comfortably settled in the Lancers, and I'm free to rest myself for a quarter of an hour. You don't know what agonies I've been suffering the whole evening.
Mrs. Crowley
Good gracious me! Why?
Lady Kelsey
I'm so afraid Alec Mackenzie will come.
Boulger
You needn't worry about that, Aunt Alice. He'll never venture to show his face.
Lady Kelsey
I didn't know what to do. It was impossible to put the dance off. It's too dreadful that these horrible revelations should…
Carbery
[Supplying the word.] Transpire.
Lady Kelsey
Yes, transpire on the very day I've at last persuaded Lucy to come into the world again. I wish Dick would come.
Boulger
Yes, he'll be able to tell us something.
Mrs. Crowley
But will he?
Carbery
Wherever I go people are talking about Mr. Mackenzie, and I'm bound to say I've found nobody who has a good word for him.
Boulger
[Bitterly.] Humpty-dumpty's had a great fall.
Carbery
I wonder if I might have a cigarette?
Mrs. Crowley
I'm sure you might. And if you press me dreadfully, I'll have one, too.
Boulger
Don't press her. She's already had far too many.
Mrs. Crowley
Well, I'll forego the pressing, but not the cigarette.
Carbery