KEITH. Exactly!
LARRY. Well, what's the sentence, brother? Transportation for life and then to be fined forty pounds'?
KEITH. So you can joke, can you?
LARRY. Must.
KEITH. A boat leaves for the Argentine the day after to-morrow; you must go by it.
LARRY. [Putting his arms round WANDA, who is standing motionless with her eyes fixed on him] Together, Keith?
KEITH. You can't go together. I'll send her by the next boat.
LARRY. Swear?
KEITH. Yes. You're lucky they're on a false scent.
LARRY. What?