Jill.  Yes, she came this morning.

Charles. [staring at her] I know that—­now, I mean?

Jill.  No.

     [Hillcrist shakes has head.]

Charles.  Tell me what was said this morning.

Hillcrist. I was not here this morning.

Charles.  Don’t try to put me off.  I know too much. [To Jill]
You.

Jill.  Shall I, Dodo?

Hillcrist. No; I will.  Won’t you sit down?

Charles.  No.  Go on.

Hillcrist. [Moistening his lips] It appears, Mr. Hornblower, that my agent, Mr. Dawker—­

     [Charles, who is breathing hard, utters a sound of anger.]

—­that my agent happens to know a firm, who in old days employed your wife.  I should greatly prefer not to say any more, especially as we don’t believe the story.

Jill.  No; we don’t.

Charles.  Go on!

Hillcrist. [Getting up] Come!  If I were you, I should refuse to listen to anything against my wife.

Charles.  Go on, I tell you.

Hillcrist. You insist?  Well, they say there was some question about the accounts, and your wife left them under a cloud.  As I told you, we don’t believe it.

Charles. [Passionately] Liars!

     [He makes a rush for the door.]

Hillcrist. [Starting] What did you say?

Jill. [Catching his arm] Dodo! [Sotto voce] We are, you know.

Charles. [Turning back to them] Why do you tell me that lie?  When I’ve just had the truth out of that little scoundrel!  My wife’s been here; she put you up to it.

     [The face of Chloe is seen transfixed between the curtains,
     parted by her hands.]

She—­she put you up to it.  Liar that she is—­a living lie.  For three years a living lie!

     [Hillcrist whose face alone is turned towards the curtains,
     sees that listening face.  His hand goes up from uncontrollable
     emotion.]

And hasn’t now the pluck to tell me.  I’ve done with her.  I won’t own a child by such a woman.

     [With a little sighing sound Chloe drops the curtain and
     vanishes.]

Hillcrist. For God’s sake, man, think of what you’re saying.  She’s in great distress.

Charles.  And what am I?

Jill.  She loves you, you know.

Charles.  Pretty love!  That scoundrel Dawker told me—­told me—­
Horrible!  Horrible!

Hillcrist. I deeply regret that our quarrel should have brought this about.

Charles. [With intense bitterness] Yes, you’ve smashed my life.

     [Unseen by them, Mrs. Hillcrist has entered and stands by the
     door, Left.]