Basil.
I've been thinking of that. I know the stories he and his people will make up. And the papers will get hold of it, and every one will blackguard me. They'll say it was my fault.
John.
D'you mind if I have a talk to him? I think I can save you from all that.
Basil.
[Shrugging his shoulders, impatiently.] Do whatever you like.
John.
[To Fanny.] Show him up, Fanny.
Fanny.
Yes, sir.