Frampington. Generous!
Mrs. R. Haslam. And that you had promised to go to the police-station and give yourself up of your own accord.
Frampington. Quite correct. And as soon as I'd got something to eat I took a cab and went to Vine Street. Well, they refused to take me in.
Mrs. R. Haslam. Refused to take you in!
Frampington. Wouldn't even take my name.
Mrs. R. Haslam. But did you tell them clearly what you'd done—your crime?
Frampington. I was most explicit.
Flora. I suppose it is a crime.
Frampington. Oh, yes! It's a crime all right. As far as the Bishop and I could make out, it means anything up to three years; but I must say the episcopal library at Chelmsford isn't very strong in criminal law. It seems to deal chiefly with vegetarianism and drunkenness.