horsham. There may be. Though, I take it we're all guiltless of having mentioned the matter.
blackborough. [Very detached.] I've only known of it since I came into this house . . but I shall not mention it.
farrant. Oh, I'm afraid my wife knows. [He adds hastily.] My fault . . my fault entirely.
blackborough. I tell you Rumour's electric.
horsham has turned to farrant with a sweet smile and with the air of a man about to be relieved of all responsibility.
horsham. What does she say?
farrant. [As one speaks of a nice woman.] She was horrified.
horsham. Of course. [Once more he finds refuge and comfort on the hearthrug, to say, after a moment, with fine resignation.] I suppose I must let him go.
cantelupe. [On his feet again.] Cyril!