Loveday.
Don’t! (She goes quickly up to Varlie, pulls his beard with one hand, and it comes off.)
(Amazement and consternation of all.)
Loveday.
Yes, I thought so! Look, Gordon, see that scar on his cheek, that little triangular red scar! But anyway you must know his face now, it is Varlie!
Varlie.
How the devil—What does all this mean! You attack the Minister of Peace! I am the Rev. Dr. Chapman, as you well know, Duchess. If I choose to wear a false beard till my own grows because I desire to follow John the Baptist’s example, though alas late in life, is that any crime? Why don’t you go round among your guests and arrest the ladies with false hair. They intend to attract and deceive while I but symbolise my belief in the Nazarene vows.
(He seems to be making an impression on the Duchess and the Minister.)
Loveday.
No! Hold him, he’s dangerous. Hold him till I can tell you all!