Car. Perhaps not. (pause—takes up tray and crosses C.; as she moves C. Dorvaston turns and places hand on tray) I must go now.
Dor. No, wait one minute. I'm going on duty directly. My duty is to make Lucy a happy little woman and I mean to do it. But you seem to be going down rather a lonely road and I want you to remember that somewhere or other there is an old duffer lumbering about the world who will never forget you—will you remember?
Car. I shall remember. (pulls tray away) Now I really can't stay any longer. (crosses to first step)
Dor. (holding out his hand) I say! (she turns—places tray on balustrade) Will you?
Car. Of course! Why not? (they shake hands)
Dor. Supposing I'd been a free man, do you think you—could——
Car. Oh! (draws hand away and takes up tray, moves to second step) That opens out a very large question. I haven't time to answer that.
Dor. (touches her on shoulder, she turns) I wonder if we shall ever come across each other in the future?
Car. (looking at him) More unlikely things have happened. (mounts third step, turns to him) Good-bye! (exit)
(Dorvaston sinks into big chair lost in thought, takes out cigarette case. Gandy enters, door R., and is crossing the stage.)