Pil. (crossing to C.) Surely that is a most convincing testimony.
Dor. I know last night things didn't look quite square, but whatever fault there was, was my fault.
Pil. Precisely! No doubt! (the men look at each other)
Dor. I was chatting to Cook—it was a stoopid thing to do—but there was no harm in it.
Pil. None whatever, I feel sure.
Dor. In fact, the governor knows there wasn't!
Miss P. How should my brother know?
Pil. Hum!—tut—tut!
Dor. How! Why, because he was in the lar—— (pause, Miss Pillenger stares, both men stare at each other with their mouths open)
Pil. (eagerly) I was sure to take a broad-minded view. Doubtless that is our friend's meaning.