Alcar. I beg pardon.
Janet. I daresay they preach very nicely, but out of the pulpit they don't what I should call shine, poor boys! Anybody could see she wasn't positive. Why, it wasn't until the old lady dropped in to have a cup of tea with us that I felt sure my husband's name really was Carve.
Alcar. Then you hadn't credited his story before?
Janet. Well, it wanted some crediting, didn't it?
Cyrus. (With intention.) You only began to credit it after Mr. Ebag had called and paid you the sum of £500 in cash.
Janet. (After a slight pause, calmly.) Oh! So you know about that, do you?
Carve. (To Cyrus, genially.) Cousin, if you continue in that strain I shall have to take
[143]you out on to the doormat and assault you.
Ebag. I should like to say——
Cyrus. (Interrupting grimly.) Lord Leonard, isn't it time that this ceased?