Judge
I see.... Good thing, for Jean Rex isn't a saint. I suppose you'd break off the match.
[Rex, in riding clothes, comes out. John salutes him warmly. The Judge is reading the paper.
Rex
[not eagerly]
Well?
John
Well, of course, you realize that you're asking a great deal of me, Rex, but—[Offers hand to Rex warmly.] Be good to her, my boy, be good to her.
Rex
[shaking hands, forced warmth]