(Enter two stalwart plain clothes men from door on right.)
Smithers.
Hold this gentleman firmly while we search his pockets. Excuse me, sir, but I think I ought to satisfy myself.
Duchess.
I’m terribly distressed. I don’t know what to think. I have known Loveday since she was six and had freckles on her nose, and she has never been hysterical.
Loveday.
(Quietly.) I’m not hysterical now there are two such nice strong men to hold Mr. Varlie.
Minister.
(Pathetically.) Could I have some coffee do you think, my dear? I was really needing it before——
Duchess.