[He sits at his table and commences writing, while Cheal, Dunstan, and Dangars exchange glances.]
Dunstan Renshaw.
Oh, all right—don’t mention it.
Lord Dangars.
[To himself.] Thought so.
Mr. Cheal.
You place us in rather an awkward position, Mr. Murray. I have to escort Miss Brudenell, and I hardly wish to send a clerk with Mr. Renshaw.
Dunstan Renshaw.
Look here, don’t bother. Where does this Registrar chap hang out?
Mr. Cheal.