Gerald.
Thank God, he’s coming upstairs at last. I should like to kick him.
[Cries of “Terrible catastrophe in India. ’Eroic death of Lord ’Ollington.”
Good God!
[They all remain in silence, full of consternation. Charles enters with the paper.
Hurry up, man! What the deuce have you been doing?
[He snatches the paper from him.
Charles.
[With dignity.] I made all the ’aste I could, my lord.
[Gerald stops for a moment from looking up and down the paper, and stares at him.