Johnstone. Oh, he does, I'm sure. I'll bet you, if you like; will you put up a silk hat on it? [Rises.
Fanshaw. Yes, I'll take you!
Johnstone. All right. [Exit from pew. Holding out his hand which Fanshaw takes, and they shake.] Done!
Fanshaw. And I hope I'll lose. And if I were he, I'd tremble in my boots with a past like his, and the present getting so conspicuously favourable.
Johnstone. Oh, I don't believe in your boomerang pasts!
Fanshaw. And I don't believe Fletcher can have one single memory of his own which he wouldn't rather forget since he has come to care for Marion Wolton. [Crosses to pew. Johnstone crosses.
Trimmins. Yes, but don't you think a fellow can sow his wild oats and be done with them, and become a good man and an honest citizen.
Fanshaw. Of course I do, else, good Lord, where'd I be! We can't all be ideal chaps like Douglas Rhodes. But there are oats and oats, and Fletcher's are—oats!
Johnstone. Well, he's sorry for them. [Crosses to pew. As Douglas Rhodes enters, Trimmins exits. Rhodes is also dressed as an usher and comes up the aisle in time to hear Johnstone's speech, as he joins them.
Douglas. Who's sorry for what?