CANYNGE. That's enough! [He goes to the door, but stops before opening it] Now, look here! I have some knowledge of the world. Once an accusation like this passes beyond these walls no one can foresee the consequences. Captain Dancy is a gallant fellow, with a fine record as a soldier; and only just married. If he's as innocent as--Christ--mud will stick to him, unless the real thief is found. In the old days of swords, either you or he would not have gone out of this room alive. It you persist in this absurd accusation, you will both of you go out of this room dead in the eyes of Society: you for bringing it, he for being the object of it. DE LEVIS. Society! Do you think I don't know that I'm only tolerated for my money? Society can't add injury to insult and have my money as well, that's all. If the notes are restored I'll keep my mouth shut; if they're not, I shan't. I'm certain I'm right. I ask nothing better than to be confronted with Dancy; but, if you prefer it, deal with him in your own way--for the sake of your esprit de corps. CANYNGE. 'Pon my soul, Mr De Levis, you go too far. DE LEVIS. Not so far as I shall go, General Canynge, if those notes aren't given back. WINSOR comes in. WINSOR. Well, De Levis, I'm afraid that's all we can do for the present. So very sorry this should have happened in my house. CANYNGE. [Alter a silence] There's a development, WINSOR. Mr De Levis accuses one of your guests. WINSOR. What? CANYNGE. Of jumping from his balcony to this, taking the notes, and jumping back. I've done my best to dissuade him from indulging the fancy--without success. Dancy must be told. DE LEVIS. You can deal with Dancy in your own way. All I want is the money back. CANYNGE. [Drily] Mr De Levis feels that he is only valued for his money, so that it is essential for him to have it back. WINSOR. Damn it! This is monstrous, De Levis. I've known Ronald Dancy since he was a boy. CANYNGE. You talk about adding injury to insult, De Levis. What do you call such treatment of a man who gave you the mare out of which you made this thousand pounds? DE LEVIS. I didn't want the mare; I took her as a favour. CANYNGE. With an eye to possibilities, I venture to think--the principle guides a good many transactions. DE LEVIS. [As if flicked on a raw spot] In my race, do you mean? CANYNGE. [Coldly] I said nothing of the sort. DE LEVIS. No; you don't say these things, any of you. CANYNGE. Nor did I think it. DE LEVIS. Dancy does. WINSOR. Really, De Levis, if this is the way you repay hospitality-- DE LEVIS. Hospitality that skins my feelings and costs me a thousand pounds! CANYNGE. Go and get Dancy, WINSOR; but don't say anything to him. WINSOR goes out. CANYNGE. Perhaps you will kindly control yourself, and leave this to me. DE LEVIS turns to the window and lights a cigarette. WINSOR comes back, followed by DANCY.