AMY. ‘She is going to his house to-night. An assignation.’
GINEVRA. ‘They will be chambers, Amy—they are always chambers. And after dinner, he said—so he’s stingy, too. Here is his card: “Mr. Stephen Rollo.’”
AMY. ‘I have heard of him. They said he was a nice man.’
GINEVRA. ‘The address is Kensington West. That’s the new name for West Kensington.’
AMY. ‘My poor father. It would kill him.’
GINEVRA, the master mind, ‘He must never know.’
AMY. ‘Ginevra, what’s to be done?’
GINEVRA. ‘Thank heaven, we know exactly what to do. It rests with you to save her.’
AMY, trembling, ‘You mean I must go—to his chambers?’
GINEVRA, firmly, ‘At any cost.’