Tom.
And let me beg you to understand this, Sir William—that Miss Trelawny was, till a moment ago, as ignorant as yourself of Mr. Arthur Gower's doings, of his movements, of his whereabouts. She would never have thrown herself in his way, in this manner. Whatever conspiracy—————
Sir William.
Conspiracy! the right word—conspiracy!
Tom.
Whatever conspiracy there has been is my own—to bring these two young people together again, to make them happy——
[Rose holds out her hand to Tom; he takes it.]
They are joined by Imogen.
Sir William.
[Looking about him.] The door! the door!