Texel. (Holding out his hand towards Ebag, who takes it.) Well, Mr. Ebag, I've made a special journey to Europe to get a verdict from an English court that you've done me up for
[130]about thirty thousand dollars, and if I get it I'll do my level best afterwards to see you safe into prison; but in the meantime I'm very glad to meet you. I feel sure you're one of the right sort, whatever you are.
Ebag. You flatter me, Mr. Texel. The gladness is mutual.
(Enter Servant.)
Servant. Mr. Cyrus Carve. Mr. and Mrs. X.
(Enter Janet. She hesitates in doorway. Lord Leonard Alcar goes to meet her.)
Janet. You Lord Alcar?
Alcar. I am Lord Leonard Alcar?
Janet. My mistake! (They shake hands.) But why does this young man call me Mrs. X. I told him Carve, plain enough.
Alcar. Did he? A slip—a slip! You've brought your husband?