Stonor (impatiently). Well?
Farn. He said it only confirmed his fears.
Stonor (half under his breath). Said that, did he?
Farn. Yes. Defeat is inevitable, he thinks, unless—— (Pause.)
(Geoffrey Stonor, who has been pacing the floor, stops but doesn't raise his eyes.)
unless you can "manufacture some political dynamite within the next few hours." Those were his words.
Stonor (resumes his walking to and fro, raises his head and catches sight of Jean's white, drawn face. Stops short). You are very tired.
Jean. No. No.
Stonor (to Farnborough). I'm obliged to you for taking so much trouble. (Shakes hands by way of dismissing Farnborough.) I'll see what can be done.
Farn. (offering the reply-paid form). If you'd like to wire I'll take it.