I suppose
the police wanted that. I tell you what I find, Graviter--a general
feeling that there's something behind it all that doesn't come out.
GRAVITER. The public wants it's money's worth--always does in these
Society cases; they brew so long beforehand, you see.
WINSOR. They're looking for something lurid.
MARGARET. When I was in the bog, I thought they were looking for me.
[Taking out her cigarette case] I suppose I mustn't smoke, Mr Graviter?
GRAVITER. Do!
MARGARET. Won't Mr Jacob have a fit?
GRAVITER. Yes, but not till you've gone.
MARGARET. Just a whiff. [She lights a cigarette].
WINSOR. [Suddenly] It's becoming a sort of Dreyfus case--people taking
sides quite outside the evidence.
MARGARET. There are more of the chosen in Court every day. Mr Graviter,
have you noticed the two on the jury?
GRAVITER. [With a smile] No; I can't say--
MARGARET. Oh! but quite distinctly. Don't you think they ought to have
been challenged?
GRAVITER. De Levis might have challenged the other ten, Miss Orme.
MARGARET. Dear me, now! I never thought of that.
As she speaks, the door Left Forward is opened and old MR JACOB
TWISDEN comes in.
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