LARK. (bothered) Yes—the fact is—the rooms were so hot—and—never having seen the sun set—I mean the moon rise—I—(aside) I’d better hold my tongue.
MRS. L. (after a searching look at him) Where did the man say he picked this card case up?
DAVID. Where the shooting took place, ma’am.
MRS. L. The shooting?
DAVID. Yes, ma’am. (seeing LARKINGS again making signals to him) Yes, sir! (MRS. LARKINGS looks round and LARKINGS again assumes an air of unconcern) He heard two shots, ma’am—bang, bang; and ran to the spot just in time to see three gentlemen walking off; and——
(during this LARKINGS has been again repeating his signals to him)
MRS. L. You can go, David.
Exit DAVID, at L.
Larkings! (eagerly to him) what does this mean? Speak, Christopher—what has happened? (grasping LARKINGS’S arm, who makes a grimace) Ah! you needn’t explain; I see it all—there has been a duel?