GRAVITER. [Telephoning] Can Sir Frederic spare Mr Twisden a few minutes
now if he comes round? [Receiving reply] He's gone down to Brighton for
the night.
TWISDEN. H'm! What hotel?
GRAVITER. [Telephoning] What's his address? What . . . ? [To
TWISDEN] The Bedford.
TWISDEN. I'll go down.
GRAVITER. [Telephoning] Thank you. All right. [He rings off].
TWISDEN. Just look out the trains down and up early to-morrow.
GRAVITER takes up an A B C, and TWISDEN takes up the Ricardos card.
TWISDEN. Send to this address in Putney, verify the fact that Ricardos
has a daughter, and give me a trunk call to Brighton. Better go
yourself, Graviter. If you see her, don't say anything, of course--
invent some excuse. [GRAVITER nods] I'll be up in time to see Dancy.
GRAVITER. By George! I feel bad about this.
TWISDEN. Yes. But professional honour comes first. What time is that
train? [He bends over the ABC].
CURTAIN.
SCENE II
The same room on the following morning at ten-twenty-five, by the
Grandfather clock.
The YOUNG CLERK is ushering in DANCY, whose face is perceptibly
harder than it was three months ago, like that of a man who has
lived under great restraint.
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