Her Solicitor (kindly): Hush! You mustn’t interrupt his Lordship, you know.
Agatha (wildly): But if I don’t, they’ll prosecute me!
The Usher (to the Serjeant of Police): Get ’er solicitor to take ’er quietly outside. (The Serjeant complies.)
Diggers (following and moaning as he goes): Why did you go an’ do it, Mr. ’Eavyweight, Sir? (Wringing his hands more than ever): Oh, Miss Agatha, Miss Agatha.
Heavyweight (trying hard to be brave): Hush, Diggers, be a man. Bear up. Courage.
Diggers (bursting into tears): Oh, Mr. ’Eavyweight, Sir, ’ow could you?
Heavyweight (who has only done his duty): You don’t understand, my poor fellow.... Morality demands——(His voice breaks. They vanish in the wake of the Serjeant.)
The Registrar (calling the next case): Boggs versus Boggs and Boggs, Boggs intervening. (He hands up a bundle of papers to the judge.)
A Counsel (rising): This is an application for administration de bonis non, my Lord. I understand——
The Curtain Falls.