Mabel.  Major Colford’s taken Ronny off in his car for the night.  I thought it would do him good.  I said I’d come round in case there was anything you wanted to say before to-morrow.

Twisden. [Taken aback] Where have they gone?

Mabel.  I don’t know, but he’ll be home before ten o’clock to-morrow.  Is there anything?

Twisden.  Well, I’d like to see him before the Court sits.  Send him on here as soon as he comes.

Mabel. [With her hand to her forehead] Oh!  Mr Twisden, when will it be over?  My head’s getting awful sitting in that Court.

Twisden.  My dear Mrs Dancy, there’s no need at all for you to come down to-morrow; take a rest and nurse your head.

Mabel.  Really and truly?

Twisden.  Yes; it’s the very best thing you can do.

Graviter turns his head, and looks at them unobserved.

Mabel.  How do you think it’s going?

Twisden.  It went very well to-day; very well indeed.

Mabel.  You must be awfully fed up with us.

Twisden.  My dear young lady, that’s our business. [He takes her hand].

     MABEL’s face suddenly quivers.  She draws her hand away, and covers
     her lips with it.

There, there!  You want a day off badly.

Mabel.  I’m so tired of—!  Thank you so much for all you’re doing. 
Good night!  Good night, Mr Graviter!

Graviter.  Good night, Mrs Dancy.

     Mabel goes.

Graviter.  D’you know, I believe she knows.

Twisden.  No, no!  She believes in him implicitly.  A staunch little woman.  Poor thing!

Graviter.  Hasn’t that shaken you, sir?  It has me.

Twisden.  No, no!  I—­I can’t go on with the case.  It’s breaking faith. 
Get Sir Frederic’s chambers.

Graviter. [Telephoning, and getting a reply, looks round at Twisden]
Yes?

Twisden.  Ask if I can come round and see him.

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.