hugh. D'you want to speak to Edward?
alice. Please, Hugh.
hugh. I'll go.
He goes, a little martyrlike, to conclude the evolution of his theory in soliloquy; his usual fate. alice still looks at edward with soft eyes, and he at her rather appealingly.
alice. Auntie has told me.
edward. He was fond of you. Don't think worse of him than you can help.
alice. I'm thinking of you.
edward. I may just escape.
alice. So Trenchard says.
edward. My hands are clean, Alice.