Car. (smiles) I'm used to handling all kinds of vegetables. (Dorvaston laughs too) As I told you last night, it doesn't matter.
Dor. (sits L. of table) But, by George, it does matter! When I asked you then to let me be of use to you, I put it to you as a favor, now I ask it as a right. I got you into this mess, simply through my beastly clumsiness, and you've got to let me see you through it somehow.
Car. (back of table) News has reached me, in rather a roundabout way, that I have come into some money; so you see I'm independent—of Miss Pillenger—and the broom cupboard.
Dor. Really?
Car. Really!
Dor. You're not—pulling my leg?
Car. (smiling) No!
Dor. Then I'm devilish glad for your sake, and devilish sorry for my own. I thought at last I saw my way—to doing you a turn.
Car. (places her hand on chair at back of Dorvaston) My life hasn't been a very pleasant one, but in one respect I've been lucky, I have known two men who honestly tried to befriend a woman.
Dor. Who was the other chap?