He turns and goes out slowly, Left Forward, followed by GRAVITER.
TWISDEN. [To himself] Young Dancy! [He pins the two notes together and places them in an envelope, then stands motionless except for his eyes and hands, which restlessly express the disturbance within him.]
GRAVITER returns, carefully shuts the door, and going up to him,
hands him RICARDOS' card.
[Looking at the card] Villa Benvenuto. This will have to be verified, but I'm afraid it's true. That man was not acting.
GRAVITER. What's to be done about Dancy?
TWISDEN. Can you understand a gentleman—?
GRAVITER. I don't know, sir. The war loosened "form" all over the place. I saw plenty of that myself. And some men have no moral sense. From the first I've had doubts.
TWISDEN. We can't go on with the case.
GRAVITER. Phew! . . . [A moment's silence] Gosh! It's an awful thing for his wife.
TWISDEN. Yes.