Not a word. For all he knows, he’s a ruined man, and here am I trying to get him on the telephone to tell him he’s come into a peerage and a very handsome income.
[Charles enters with the telephone book.
Charles.
7869 Gerrard, sir.
Rixon.
Thanks.
[He rings up and asks for the number.
Rixon.
7869 Gerrard, please, Miss.... What? Confound it, the line’s engaged.... I must go round to his club in a cab. I suppose you don’t want to wait here now, Wright?
Mr. Wright.