Armitage.
In which case my friend will be vexed—very vexed. I should have mentioned that on her mother’s side my friend is Spanish.
Gunning.
[Smiling. Shakes hands.] That decides me. Where is your daughter now?
Armitage.
She’s there, my boy, quite close. We walked over the heath together. One moment. [He brings a chair forward.] Would you kindly lend me your arm? [With Gunning’s assistance he mounts a chair, then he raises his hat on his stick.] That’s the signal the coast is clear. Trust an old campaigner. There she is! I say, put that wine away! [Gunning puts the bottle under table up L.C., and places the glasses on table and covers them over with serviette.] It’s all right! Thank you, thank you! [As Gunning helps him down.] Remember, my dear fellow, that I’ve trusted you implicitly. My happiness is in your hands. If we men didn’t stand shoulder to shoulder in these little matters, society would—er—would——
Gunning.
Crumble to dust.
Armitage.