Lady Twombley.
Julian, you know! [Going toward him on her knees frantically.] Ah, don’t stare like that! [Putting her arms round him.] Husband! Dear husband, you are glaring like an idiot! Listen! [She shakes him violently.] Listen! When that reptile tempted me I ran upstairs intending to tell you all. I did. Oh, pa, don’t stare at nothing! I knocked at your door; there was a drumming in my ears, and I fancied your voice answered me telling me to enter. Oh, try winking, pa, try winking! Your room was empty—left unguarded, the door unlocked. I entered. Wink, pa; for mercy’s sake, wink! I sank into a chair to wait for your coming, [Taking the written paper from her pocket.] and there, on your table, right before my eyes, I saw this thing like a white ghost.
Sir Julian Twombley.
A memorandum in my writing that the concession for the Rajputana Canal is to be granted.
Lady Twombley.
Yes, yes. I tried to forget it was there. But the chairs and tables seemed to dance before me and every object in the room had a voice crying out, “Kitty, you silly woman, get back your Bills from that demon who is plaguing you!” I put my fingers in my ears and then the voices were shut up in my brain, and still they shrieked, “Kitty, get back your Bills! Get back your Bills!” I snatched up this paper and ran from the room. Even then if I had met you, Julian, I should have been safe; but whenever Old Nick wants to play the deuce with a married lady he begins by taking her husband for a stroll, and so I fell into Lebanon’s clutches—and I—I—I’m done for! [She sinks into a chair.]
Sir Julian Twombley.
Katherine, those Bills must be returned to the creature, Lebanon.
Lady Twombley.
Yes. And—and—pa, dear, you’ll never speak kindly to me after this, will you?