Not I; [pointing to Tom and Imogen] these—these people have thought it decent to allow me to make the discovery for myself.
[He sinks into the throne-chair. Tom goes to Sir William. Arthur joins Imogen; they talk together rapidly and earnestly.]
Tom.
[To Sir William.] Sir William, the secret of your grandson's choice of a profession——
Sir William.
[Scornfully.] Profession!
Tom.
Was one that I was pledged to keep as long as it was possible to do so. And pray remember that your attendance here this morning is entirely your own act. It was our intention——
Sir William.
[Struggling to his feet.] Where is the door? the way to the door?