COKESON. [Hurriedly] You don't take me, Mr. Walter. I have my reasons.
FALDER. [From the window] She's down there, sir. Will you see her? I can beckon to her from here.
WALTER hesitates, and looks from COKESON to JAMES.
JAMES. [With a sharp nod] Yes, let her come.
FALDER beckons from the window.
COKESON. [In a low fluster to JAMES and WALTER] No, Mr. James. She's not been quite what she ought to ha' been, while this young man's been away. She's lost her chance. We can't consult how to swindle the Law.
FALDER has come from the window. The three men look at him in a sort of awed silence.
FALDER. [With instinctive apprehension of some change—looking from one to the other] There's been nothing between us, sir, to prevent it.... What I said at the trial was true. And last night we only just sat in the Park.
SWEEDLE comes in from the outer office.
COKESON. What is it?