Car. Yes. Thinking he saw his way to marrying another woman, with another fortune, he brought his suit against his wife and your friend.
Dor. Damn him! Pardon! couldn't help it. (crosses and kneels on chair L. of table)
Car. The whole thing was utterly untrue and I know she asked Bob to join her in making no defence rather than remain Lady Huntworth.
Dor. The only thing that rather fogs me is, when the verdict was once given, why didn't Bob marry her?
Car. He did suggest it.
Dor. Well?
Car. She said no.
Dor. Why did she do that?
Car. She knew he didn't care for her, nor she for him—at least not in that way.
Dor. (rises, crosses C.) Still, it was game of her to refuse! There ain't many women placed as she was who'd have done it. (goes up and leans on balustrade, thinking)