Alth. Why, that's just like the Penny Readings at our Athenæum!
Curph. Well, I should hardly have—but I'm not in a position to say. (To himself.) I'm further off than ever!
Alth. It couldn't be that, then; for Papa has presided at Penny Readings himself. But Charles must have told him something that upset him, for he came down to breakfast looking perfectly haggard this morning. Charles had a long talk in the library with him last night after you left, and then Papa went to bed.
Curph. (to himself). I felt sure that fellow spotted me. So he's let the cat out to old Toovey! If I don't tell her now. (Aloud.) Did Mr. Toovey seem—er—annoyed?
Alth. He looked worried, and I believe he wanted to consult you.
Curph. (to himself). The deuce he did! (Aloud.) He mentioned me?
Alth. He talked of going round to see you, but Mamma insisted on his staying quietly indoors.
Curph. (to himself). Sensible woman, Mrs. Toovey! But I've no time to lose. (Aloud.) I think I can explain why he wished to see me. He has discovered my—my secret.
Alth. Have you a secret, Mr. Curphew? (To herself.) He can't mean that, and yet—oh, what am I to say to him?
Curph. I have. I always intended to tell him—but—but I wanted you to know it first. And it was rather difficult to tell. I—I risk losing everything by speaking.