Car. Why did you want to find me out? By the way, (crosses to window and brings down "Standard" to top of table), has that anything to do with it?
Cray. How do you mean?
Car. (watching him closely) To-day's "Standard." There's a little advertisement in the agony column.
Cray. I—can't see—light's bad. Read it out!
Car. (crosses to gas L., takes paper and reads) "Will Lady Huntworth communicate with Messrs. Brampton and Stokes, Capel-Court, on a matter of considerable importance?" (crosses to L. of table and throws paper down) Did you know of that?
Cray. No. Who are Brampton and Stokes? Never heard of 'em.
Car. (leaning over table with one hand on it for support) Then why have you been hunting me up? I hadn't a shilling—you saw to that.
Cray. (after slight pause, makes to touch her hand) I wanted you to—come—back.
Car. What?