RACHEL Oh, utterly, sir.
DICKON His lordship, you know, is so sensitive.
RAVENSBANE [To Rachel.] You have given it back to me. Why did not you keep it?
RACHEL What, my lord?
RAVENSBANE My heart.
JUSTICE MERTON [To Dickon.] Permit me, one moment; I did not catch your name.
JUSTICE MERTON [With a gasp of relief.] Ah, Dickonson! Thank you. I mistook the word.
DICKON A compound, your worship. [With a malignant smile.] Dickon- [Then jerking his thumb over his shoulder at Ravensbane.] son! [Bowing.] Both at your service.
JUSTICE MERTON If—if you can show pity—speak low.