ATHENE. No, Sir.
MAYOR. Your sister having withdrawn her charge, we needn't go into that. Very good!
He motions her to sit down. ATHENE, turning her eyes on her Father's impassive figure, sits.
MAYOR. Now, there was a young man. [Pointing to HERRINGHAME] Is this the young man?
MOON. Yes, Your Worship.
MAYOR. What's your name?
GUY. Guy Herringhame.
MAYOR. Address?
GUY. Er—the Aerodrome, Sir. MAYOR. Private, I mean?
The moment is one of considerable tension.