Car. (glancing at Miss Pillenger) I doubt if you know it.
Miss P. We are better informed than you imagine, Mrs. Crayll!
Car. Oh, that's it!
Pil. (rises) My dear madam, pray believe the—er—somewhat startling information came to us unsought. Our informant was that gentleman. (points to Crayll)
Car. What gentleman?
Dor. (to Crayll) You can stand up now. (Crayll rises and crosses down L. C., and advances a step or two. Cook turns and sees him)
Car. I see! (slight pause) Well, what has he told you?
Miss P. This gentleman came here this morning to beg us——
Car. To turn me out?
Miss P. Be that as it may, he is anxious to make an appeal to his, I fear, misguided wife.