NEWTE. I did. I told you that he was a gentleman; that he— FANNY. Why didn’t you tell me that he was Lord Bantock? You knew, didn’t you? NEWTE [_begins to see worries ahead_]. Can’t object to my putting a cigar in my mouth if I don’t light it—can he? FANNY. Oh, light it—anything you like that will help you to get along. NEWTE [_bites the end off the cigar and puts it between his teeth_. _This helps him_]. No, I didn’t know—not officially. FANNY. What do you mean—“not officially”? NEWTE. He never told me. FANNY. He never told you _anything_—for the matter of that. I understood you had found out everything for yourself. NEWTE. Yes; and one of the things I found out was that he didn’t _want_ you to know. I could see his little game. Wanted to play the Lord Burleigh fake. Well, what was the harm? Didn’t make any difference to you! FANNY. Didn’t make any difference to me! [_Jumps up_.] Do you know what I’ve done? Married into a family that keeps twenty-three servants, every blessed one of whom is a near relation of my own. [_He sits paralysed_. _She goes on_.] That bald-headed old owl—[_with a wave towards the door_]—that wanted to send you off with a glass of beer and a flea in your ear—that’s my uncle. The woman that opened the lodge gate for you is my Aunt Amelia. The carroty-headed young man that answered the door to you is my cousin Simeon. He always used to insist on kissing me. I’m expecting him to begin again. My “lady’s” maid is my cousin Jane. That’s why I’m dressed like this! My own clothes have been packed off to the local dressmaker to be made “decent.” Meanwhile, they’ve dug up the family vault to find something for me to go on with. [_He has been fumbling in all his pockets for matches_. _She snatches a box from somewhere and flings it to him_.] For Heaven’s sake light it! Then, perhaps, you’ll be able to do something else than stare. I have claret and water—mixed—with my dinner. Uncle pours it out for me. They’ve locked up my cigarettes. Aunt Susannah is coming in to-morrow morning to hear me say my prayers. Doesn’t trust me by myself. Thinks I’ll skip them. She’s the housekeeper here. I’ve got to know them by heart before I go to bed to-night, and now I’ve mislaid them. [_She goes to the desk—hunts for them_.] NEWTE [_having lighted his eternal cigar_, _he can begin to think_]. But why should _they_—