ROPER. Do you remember giving any one a drink?
JACK. By Jove, I do seem to remember a fellow with—a fellow with
[He looks at Roper.] I say, d' you want me——?
ROPER. [Quick as lightning.] With a dirty face?
JACK. [With illumination.] I do—I distinctly remember his——
[BARTHWICK moves abruptly; MRS. BARTHWICK looks at ROPER
angrily, and touches her son's arm.]
MRS. BARTHWICK. You don't remember, it's ridiculous! I don't believe the man was ever here at all.
BARTHWICK. You must speak the truth, if it is the truth. But if you do remember such a dirty business, I shall wash my hands of you altogether.
JACK. [Glaring at them.] Well, what the devil——
MRS. BARTHWICK. Jack!
JACK. Well, Mother, I—I don't know what you do want.