MR. BEN DIXON.
I am going, sir. I shake the dust of this house off my feet. (Opens door at back and glances out, then turns towards Cherry and speaks in a suppressed voice.) I should never have thought it possible that any man could be so deceived in another as I have been in you. (Looks out again and then round.) I have no hesitation in describing you, Mr. Cherry, as a blackleg—an experienced blackleg, sir. (Looks out as before.) I only hope that——- (Hears noise, looks out, slips round door, and disappears.)
ADAM CHERRY.
(He follows to door and looks after him.) Ah, well, I think that counts one to you, Adam Cherry.
(Enter Nelly.)
NELLY MORRIS.
Will you come upstairs and see my aunt before she goes, Adam?
ADAM CHERRY.
Oh, tell her, my dear, she can come down. It's all right now. Come in a minute I want to speak to you. (He closes door.)