Corn. (crosses to Dunn C.) Yes, of course, now—what’s the good of denying it, old man? (aside, digging Dunn’s ribs as he gets R. of him) Say yes, or Sillocks won’t approve of me.
Car. (advances slightly L.) Is that true Peter? Did you put them there?
Dunn. (perplexed) Well—(Corney looks at him) Yes—I suppose I must have done.
Corn. (over Dunn’s shoulder) Thanks—one extra lie can’t press much on your conscience.
Corney turns to Beatrice, who is R. C.
Bea. I’m so glad it wasn’t you, Corney.
Corn. So am I. Don’t make such a fuss about it, Helen, there’s no great crime in having photos of pretty girls.
Beatrice and Corney go up towards dining-room R. H.
Hel. (at back of table, with a withering glance at Dunn) Then we may fairly assume that those yellow-backed French novels I found in the study, are yours also?
Dunn. (turning C.) Mine!! Look here, Helen——