Hel. (C.) He, this monster of marital iniquity, has been blinding us with new and more daring falsehoods. He declared that this woman was his sister.
Dunn. Never! Never! I never declared it.
Hel. (crosses L. C. to table) See how he cowers, for he stands confessed. Fate, in the person of Beatrice Sillocks, has hunted him down.
Corn. Bea, in a new role. The guardian angel of innocence. (crosses L. to Dunn)
Hat. (down C.) Perhaps he has two sisters! (Dunn with a gleam of hope rises) Why not, there are two Miss Miftons! (Corney meets Dunn’s gaze)
Corn. No!
Dunn. No?
Corn. No, no!
Dunn. No, no! (drops in chair again)
Corn. No! no! That’s played out. Even Peter, with all his impudence, wouldn’t set up that defence. (goes up to fire to Beatrice)