Pil. Is it actually the case that you are the Lady Huntworth?
Car. (turns to the Pillengers) Yes, I am the Lady Huntworth who is so widely and so very unfavourably known. (turns to Dorvaston) Would you oblige me by ringing the bell, Captain Dorvaston?
Dor. Certainly? (he does so)
Car. (again speaking to the Pillengers) If I thought there was even a chance that you could understand my doing what I have done I would try to make it clear to you, but you couldn't—I should only waste your time and my own. (Gandy enters) Gandy, has the fly come?
Gan. It 'as.
Car. Thanks! Good-bye! (she holds out her hand, he takes it respectfully) We've been good friends, haven't we?
Gan. We 'ave; servin' with you 'as bin a honour. (exit)
Car. (smiling and to the Pillengers) Mr. Pillenger—(he rises) You have done everything in your power to render my little experiment a pleasant one. I am grateful; and if your thoughts should ever turn in my direction I hope you will let your mind dwell on the excellence of my curried chicken, rather than on the supposed hopelessness of my moral character. Good-bye.
Pil. (bows sadly) Good-bye! (sits disconsolate; Cook nods to Mr. Pillenger pleasantly; then turns and gives a very stately bow to Miss Pillenger, who stiffly returns it; Cook then goes L., but pauses as she mounts the steps and speaks to Dorvaston)
Car. We have already taken leave of each other, but it has occurred to me that perhaps you might care to let me hear from you. I am leaving England for some time, but that address will find me. (gives a card to him) Poste Restante, Brussels.