Sir G. Stop. Is the letter signed?
Philip. In full.
Sir G. Now, give it me.
Philip. Sir George——
Sir G. The ground is cut from under you. You are expressly authorised to give that letter to whoever has the right to ask for it. I have the right——
Philip. But you never will exercise it!
Sir G. Now. I have a reason.
Philip. Lady Carlyon!
Sir G. I accept the arbiter. Lady Carlyon, am I right or wrong?
Lady C. (in a low voice and with an effort) Right.