Unfortunately.
MABEL. How dare you? How dare you? Don't you know that I was in our
bedroom all the time with the door open? Do you accuse me too?
DE LEVIS. No, Mrs Dancy.
MABEL. But you do. I must have seen, I must have heard.
DE LEVIS. A wife's memory is not very good when her husband is in
danger.
MABEL. In other words, I'm lying.
DE LEVIS. No. Your wish is mother to your thought, that's all.
MABEL. [After staring again with a sort of horror, turns to get control
of herself. Then turning back to him] Mr De Levis, I appeal to you as a
gentleman to behave to us as you would we should behave to you. Withdraw
this wicked charge, and write an apology that Ronald can show.
DE LEVIS. Mrs Dancy, I am not a gentleman, I am only a--damned Jew.
Yesterday I might possibly have withdrawn to spare you. But when my race
is insulted I have nothing to say to your husband, but as he wishes to
see me, I've come. Please let him know.
MABEL. [Regarding him again with that look of horror--slowly] I think
what you are doing is too horrible for words.
DE LEVIS gives her a slight bow, and as he does so DANCY comes
quickly in, Left. The two men stand with the length of the sofa
between them.
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