D'you think I can go to Oxford again when my father has been tried for forgery? No, no! No, no! I'd rather shoot myself.
Lady Kelsey.
My poor boy.... Where have you been all day?
George.
Heaven knows! I've walked through the streets till I'm dog-tired. Oh, the suspense is too awful. My feet carried me to the Old Bailey, and I would have given anything to go in and see how things were going, but I'd promised the Pater I wouldn't.
Lady Kelsey.
How did he look this morning?
George.
He was most awfully worn and ill. I don't believe he'll ever get over it. I saw his counsel before the case began. They told me it was bound to come all right.
Mrs. Crowley.