Gordon.
Impossible.
Loveday.
But a spirit is more impossible! (triumphantly). So you see, every single bit of credit for it is yours.
Gordon.
Yours.
(Both laughing say together “yours.”)
(From back of stage, enter Cabinet Minister with the Duchess. The Minister is old, benign and white haired, with a long white beard. A plain clothes detective [Smithers] in evening dress follows him at a little distance and hovers near the curtains at the back.)
Minister.
Ah! I remembered that this alcove is generally nice and quiet. You are a good hostess, my dear.