I never
could stand their rotten menagerie. Besides, what does it matter how I
act; if I bring an action and get damages--if I pound him to a jelly--
it's all no good! I can't prove it. There'll be plenty of people
unconvinced.
MABEL. But they'll find the real thief.
DANCY. [With a queer little smile] Will staying here help them to do
that?
MABEL. [In a sort of agony] Oh! I couldn't--it looks like running
away. We must stay and fight it!
DANCY. Suppose I didn't get a verdict--you never can tell.
MABEL. But you must--I was there all the time, with the door open.
DANCY. Was it?
MABEL. I'm almost sure.
DANCY. Yes. But you're my wife.
MABEL. [Bewildered] Ronny, I don't understand--suppose I'd been accused
of stealing pearls!
DANCY. [Wincing] I can't.
MABEL. But I might--just as easily. What would you think of me if I ran
away from it?
DANCY. I see. [A pause] All right! You shall have a run for your
money. I'll go and see old Twisden.
MABEL. Let me come! [DANCY shakes his head] Why not? I can't be happy
a moment unless I'm fighting this.
DANCY puts out his hand suddenly and grips hers.
DANCY. You are a little brick!
MABEL.
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