Because I'm quite sure of the result. D'you imagine I'd doubt my father for a moment?
Dick.
Oh, Lucy, for heaven's sake don't be so sure. You must be prepared for everything.
Lucy.
Oh, no, I know my father. D'you think I've not studied him during these years that I've looked after him? He's a child, with all a child's thoughtlessness and simplicity. And God knows, he's weak. I know his faults better than any one, but it would be impossible for him to do anything criminal.
[The Butler enters, followed by Alec Mackenzie.
Alec is a tall, wiry man, well-knit,
with dark hair and a small red
moustache and beard, cut close to the face.
He is about five-and-thirty. He has great
ease of manner, and there is about him an
air as though he were accustomed that
people should do as he told them.
Butler.
Mr. Mackenzie!
George.
Is it finished? For God's sake tell us quickly, old man.