Lady A. No.

Margaret.  Most dare-devil thing—­but not quite.  You must remember—­ it was awfully talked about.  And then, of course, right up to his marriage—­[She lights a cigarette.]

Lady A. Meg, you’re very tantalising!

Margaret.  A foreign-looking girl—­most plummy.  Oh!  Ronny’s got charm —­this Mabel child doesn’t know in the least what she’s got hold of!

Lady A. But they’re so fond of each other!

Margaret.  That’s the mistake.  The General isn’t mentioning the coat, is he?

Lady A. Oh, no!  It was only to Charles.

     Mabel returns.

Margaret.  Did you get him?

Mabel.  No; he’s not at Tattersall’s, nor at the Club.

     Lady Adela rises and greets her with an air which suggests
     bereavement.

Lady A. Nobody’s going to believe this, my dear.

Mabel. [Looking straight at her] Nobody who does need come here, or trouble to speak to us again.

Lady A. That’s what I was afraid of; you’re going to be defiant.  Now don’t!  Just be perfectly natural.

Mabel.  So easy, isn’t it?  I could kill anybody who believes such a thing.

Margaret.  You’ll want a solicitor, Mabel, Go to old Mr Jacob Twisden.

Lady A. Yes; he’s so comforting.

Margaret.  He got my pearls back once—­without loss of life.  A frightfully good fireside manner.  Do get him here, Mabel, and have a heart-to-heart talk, all three of you!

Mabel. [Suddenly] Listen!  There’s Ronny!

     Dancy comes in.

Dancy. [With a smile] Very good of you to have come.

Margaret.  Yes.  We’re just going.  Oh!  Ronny, this is quite too—­ [But his face dries her up; and sidling past, she goes].

Lady A. Charles sent his-love—­[Her voice dwindles on the word, and she, too, goes].

Dancy. [Crossing to his wife] What have they been saying?

Mabel.  Ronny!  Why didn’t you tell me?

Dancy.  I wanted to see De Levis again first.

Mabel.  That wretch!  How dare he?  Darling! [She suddenly clasps and kisses him.  He does not return the kiss, but remains rigid in her arms, so that she draws away and looks at him] It’s hurt you awfully, I know.

Dancy.  Look here, Mabel!  Apart from that muck—­this is a ghastly tame-cat sort of life.  Let’s cut it and get out to Nairobi.  I can scare up the money for that.

Mabel. [Aghast] But how can we?  Everybody would say—­

Ronny.  Let them!  We shan’t be here.

Mabel.  I couldn’t bear people to think—­

Dancy.  I don’t care a damn what people think monkeys and cats.  I never could stand their rotten menagerie.  Besides, what does it matter how I act; if I bring an action and get damages—­if I pound him to a jelly—­ it’s all no good!  I can’t prove it.  There’ll be plenty of people unconvinced.