Car. No, you didn't. (he looks at her, tries to brave it out, but his eyes fall) You had been dangling your title before the eyes of a certain rich widow, but I see by the papers (he pours out whiskey) she has slipped through those shaking fingers of yours and is going to marry another man.
Cray. (taking up glass nervously and drinking) Yes; women are damned shifty.
Car. Your notion didn't come off, but that was why you trumped up your case against me, knowing it was all a lie.
Cray. You didn't deny it?
Car. No.
Cray. Neither did he?
Car. No. Bob is a good fellow—and a good friend. He helped me.
Cray. Helped you to cheat the law!
Car. Helped me to cheat the law that ties a woman to such a man as you.
Cray. That was the game, was it?