But I won’t, you mark me! From to-day I’ll alter—I take my oath I will! No more slang for me, no more swears, no more smokes with the men after dinner, no more cycling at the club in knickers! I’ve been giving too much away——!
Mrs. Quinton Twelves.
[Listening.] Take care!
Justina.
[Glancing round.] Claude—back.
Claude Emptage, a plain, stumpy, altogether insignificant young man enters—a young man with a pale face, red eyelids and nostrils, a dense look, and heavy, depressed manner.
Justina.
What news? Any?
Claude.
It’s finished.