Pil. Divorced!
Miss P. Divorced!
Car. There is one other thing—I think it is only fair you should know what a distinguished individual you have been entertaining in the person of Mr. Crayll.
Cray. Keep your infernal tongue between your teeth!
Car. This gentleman——
Cray. I shan't stay here to be baited—and badgered. (going)
Dor. (advancing) You'll stay where you are!
Car. This gentleman is Lord Huntworth, I am—I was Lady Huntworth. (all convey astonishment) Last night Lord Huntworth dropped in the kitchen a letter. It was from a firm of solicitors.
Cray. (putting his hand to his breast pocket) Damn!
Car. Telling him I had inherited a large sum of money. Lord Huntworth is rather hard up just now. There is nothing unusual in the circumstance, but I mention it because it explains the reason of his generous offer to condone the past. (pause) Here is your letter; (producing it) you needn't trouble to answer it—I shall call on Messrs. Brampton and Stokes in the course of the day. (Crayll snatches the letter) I don't think we need detain you any longer, need we? (Crayll turns for hat L., snarls at Dorvaston and exits up steps; Caroline watches him off)