Yes—that seems the only thing left for a man whose reputation is a little off colour. Good-bye, Mr. Murray.
Hugh Murray.
Good-bye, Lord Dangars. Come this way.
[Hugh opens the door leading on to the staircase-landing.]
Lord Dangars.
Excuse me, but didn’t I see Mr. Dunstan Renshaw enter your outer office just then?
Hugh Murray.
I am expecting Mr. Renshaw. Do you know him?
Lord Dangars.
Know him! We’re bosom friends.