[Ephgraves ushers in Lord Dangars, a dissipated-looking man of about forty, dressed in the height of fashion.]
Lord Dangars.
Good morning, Mr. Murray.
Hugh Murray.
Good morning. Pray sit down.
Lord Dangars.
I don’t want to bother you, you know, but my servant, who has been reading the newspapers for me since my damned—I beg your pardon—since my divorce business has been before the public, says that we were in Court again yesterday.
Hugh Murray.
Oh, yes. The Decree Nisi has been made absolute on the application of the petitioner.
Lord Dangars.