After a moment’s hesitation Twisden nods, and Graviter goes out.  The three wait in silence with their eyes fixed on the door, the general sitting at the table, Twisden by his chair, Dancy between him and the door Right.  De Levis comes in and shuts the door.  He is advancing towards Twisden when his eyes fall on Dancy, and he stops.

Twisden.  You wanted to see me?

De Levis. [Moistening his lips] Yes.  I came to say that—­that I overheard—­I am afraid a warrant is to be issued.  I wanted you to realise—­it’s not my doing.  I’ll give it no support.  I’m content.  I don’t want my money.  I don’t even want costs.  Dancy, do you understand?

     Dancy does not answer, but looks at him with nothing alive in his
     face but his eyes.

Twisden.  We are obliged to you, Sir.  It was good of you to come.

De Levis. [With a sort of darting pride] Don’t mistake me.  I didn’t come because I feel Christian; I am a Jew.  I will take no money—­not even that which was stolen.  Give it to a charity.  I’m proved right.  And now I’m done with the damned thing.  Good-morning!

He makes a little bow to Canynge and Twisden, and turns to face Dancy, who has never moved.  The two stand motionless, looking at each other, then de Levis shrugs his shoulders and walks out.  When he is gone there is a silence.

Canynge. [Suddenly] You heard what he said, Dancy.  You have no time to lose.

But Dancy does not stir.

Twisden.  Captain Dancy?

Slowly, without turning his head, rather like a man in a dream,
Dancy walks across the room, and goes out.

Curtain.

SCENE III

The Dancys’ sitting-room, a few minutes later.  Mabel Dancy is sitting alone on the sofa with a newspaper on her lap; she is only just up, and has a bottle of smelling-salts in her hand.  Two or three other newspapers are dumped on the arm of the sofa.  She topples the one off her lap and takes up another as if she couldn’t keep away from them; drops it in turn, and sits staring before her, sniffing at the salts.  The door, Right, is opened and Dancy comes in.

Mabel. [Utterly surprised] Ronny!  Do they want me in Court?

Dancy.  No.

Mabel.  What is it, then?  Why are you back?

Dancy.  Spun.

Mabel. [Blank] Spun?  What do you mean?  What’s spun?

Dancy.  The case.  They’ve found out through those notes.

Mabel.  Oh! [Staring at his face] Who?

Dancy.  Me!

Mabel. [After a moment of horrified stillness] Don’t, Ronny!  Oh!  No! 
Don’t! [She buries her face in the pillows of the sofa].