Done. A deal. Shake.
(Roto and the Shepherd mutter, and shake their heads.)
Nora.
You’re a perfect fool, Gordon! You throw away more than half your fortune so as to be able to rush off to England with a crack-brained scheme! Why not write to the papers instead?
Gordon.
(Looks helpless, says appealingly.) Oh, Nora!
Varlie.
A lot of energy is let off safely in gas to the papers. Hyde is bottlin’ his energy up it seems. That makes him dangerous, eh?
Gordon.
(To Loveday.) You’ll give me a letter of introduction?