BORRING. I thought his wanting to f-fight him a bit screeny.
COLFORD. Wouldn't you have wanted a shot at the brute? A law court?
Pah!
WINSOR. Yes. What'll be his position even if he wins?
BORRING. Damages, and a stain on his c-character.
WINSOR. Quite so, unless they find the real thief. People always
believe the worst.
COLFORD. [Glaring at BORRING] They do.
CANYNGE. There is no decent way out of a thing of this sort.
ST ERTH. No. [Rising] It leaves a bad taste. I'm sorry for young Mrs
Dancy--poor woman!
BORRING. Are you going to play any more?
ST ERTH. [Abruptly] No, sir. Good night to you. Canynge, can I give
you a lift?
He goes out, followed by CANYNGE. BORRING.
[After a slight pause] Well, I shall go and take the t-temperature of
the Club.
He goes out.
COLFORD. Damn that effeminate stammering chap! What can we do for
Dancy, WINSOR?
WINSOR. Colford! [A slight pause] The General felt his coat sleeve
that night, and it was wet.
COLFORD. Well! What proof's that? No, by George! An old
school-fellow, a brother officer, and a pal.
WINSOR. If he did do it--
COLFORD. He didn't. But if he did, I'd stick to him, and see him
through it, if I could.
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