horsham. Yes, Charles?
With this query he turns an accusing eye on cantelupe, who is silenced.
blackborough. Have you made up your mind to that?
farrant. [In great distress.] You're wrong, Horsham. [Then in greater.] That is . . I think you're wrong.
horsham. I'd sooner not let him know to-night.
blackborough. But he asked you to.
horsham. [All show of resistance gone.] Did he? Then I suppose I must. [He sighs deeply.]
blackborough. Then I'll get back to Aylesbury.
He picks up his motor-cap from the table and settles it on his head with immense aplomb.
horsham. So late?