Dunstan Renshaw.
No. Wait a minute. There were some fellows at my lodgings last night assisting at the launching of the ship—I mean, saying good-bye to me. [Supports himself unsteadily with the back of a chair.] They set light to a bowlful of brandy and threw my Latchkey into it—awful fun. And then they all swore they’d see the last of me, and they stayed and stayed till they couldn’t see anything at all.
[He sinks on to the chair, with his head resting on his hands. Hugh brings him a glass of water.]
Hugh Murray.
Here.
Dunstan Renshaw.
Thanks. [Gradually recovering.] I’m all right. Did I look white or yellow?
Lord Dangars.
Neither—green. Fortunate the lady was not present.
Dunstan Renshaw.