Dancy takes a step towards him, but Canynge and Winsor interpose.

St Erth.  That’ll do, Mr De Levis; we won’t keep you. [He looks round] Kindly consider your membership suspended till this matter has been threshed out.

De Levis. [Tremulous with anger] Don’t trouble yourselves about my membership.  I resign it. [To Dancy] You called me a damned Jew.  My race was old when you were all savages.  I am proud to be a Jew.  Au revoir, in the Courts.

     He goes out, and silence follows his departure.

St Erth.  Well, Captain Dancy?

Dancy.  If the brute won’t fight, what am I to do, sir?

St Erth.  We’ve told you—­take action, to clear your name.

Dancy.  Colford, you saw me in the hall writing letters after our game.

Colford.  Certainly I did; you were there when I went to the smoking-room.

Canynge.  How long after you left the billiard-room?

Colford.  About five minutes.

Dancy.  It’s impossible for me to prove that I was there all the time.

Canynge.  It’s for De Levis to prove what he asserts.  You heard what he said about Goole?

Dancy.  If he told me, I didn’t take it in.

St Erth.  This concerns the honour of the Club.  Are you going to take action?

Dancy. [Slowly] That is a very expensive business, Lord St Erth, and I’m hard up.  I must think it over. [He looks round from face to face] Am I to take it that there is a doubt in your minds, gentlemen?

Colford. [Emphatically] No.

Canynge.  That’s not the question, Dancy.  This accusation was overheard by various members, and we represent the Club.  If you don’t take action, judgment will naturally go by default.

Dancy.  I might prefer to look on the whole thing as beneath contempt.

     He turns and goes out.  When he is gone there is an even longer
     silence than after de LEVIS’s departure.

St Erth. [Abruptly] I don’t like it.

Winsor.  I’ve known him all his life.

Colford.  You may have my head if he did it, Lord St Erth.  He and I have been in too many holes together.  By Gad!  My toe itches for that fellow’s butt end.

Borring.  I’m sorry; but has he t-taken it in quite the right way?  I should have thought—­hearing it s-suddenly—­

Colford.  Bosh!

Winsor.  It’s perfectly damnable for him.

St Erth.  More damnable if he did it, Winsor.

Borring.  The Courts are b-beastly distrustful, don’t you know.

Colford.  His word’s good enough for me.

Canynge.  We’re as anxious to believe Dancy as you, Colford, for the honour of the Army and the Club.