Sir Fletcher Portwood.
[Meeting Mrs. Twelves.] A very proper, a very satisfactory termination of this affair, Mrs. Twelves.
Mrs. Quinton Twelves.
It has been awfully reassuring to see you beaming in Court, Sir Fletcher.
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
Ha! I daresay my attitude has been remarked. Beaming; why not? I’ve had no doubt as to the result.
Mrs. Quinton Twelves.
No doubt of Theo’s innocence—of course not.
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
Innocent; that goes without saying—my niece. But the result, in any case, would have been much the same, I venture to think.