RICARDOS. I did think it my duty to my daughter to ask that he make compensation to her. TWISDEN. With threats that you would tell his wife? RICARDOS. [With a shrug] Captain Dancy was a man of honour. He said: "Of course I will do this." I trusted him. And a month later I did remind him, and he gave me this money for her. I do not know where he got it--I do not know. Gentlemen, I have invested it all on her--every penny-except this note, for which I had the purpose to buy her a necklace. That is the sweared truth. TWISDEN. I must keep this note. [He touches the hundred-pound note] You will not speak of this to anyone. I may recognise that you were a holder for value received--others might take a different view. Good-day, sir. Graviter, see Mr Ricardos out, and take his address. RICARDOS. [Pressing his hands over the breast of his frock coat--with a sigh] Gentlemen, I beg you--remember what I said. [With a roll of his eyes] My daughter--I am not happee. Good-day. He turns and goes out slowly, Left Forward, followed by GRAVITER. TWISDEN. [To himself] Young Dancy! [He pins the two notes together and places them in an envelope, then stands motionless except for his eyes and hands, which restlessly express the disturbance within him.] GRAVITER returns, carefully shuts the door, and going up to him, hands him RICARDOS' card. [Looking at the card] Villa Benvenuto. This will have to be verified, but I'm afraid it's true. That man was not acting. GRAVITER. What's to be done about Dancy? TWISDEN. Can you understand a gentleman--? GRAVITER. I don't know, sir. The war loosened "form" all over the place. I saw plenty of that myself. And some men have no moral sense. From the first I've had doubts. TWISDEN. We can't go on with the case. GRAVITER. Phew!... [A moment's silence] Gosh! It's an awful thing for his wife. TWISDEN. Yes. GRAVITER [Touching the envelope] Chance brought this here, sir. That man won't talk--he's too scared. TWISDEN. Gilman. GRAVITER. Too respectable. If De Levis got those notes back, and the rest of the money, anonymously? TWISDEN. But the case, Graviter; the case. GRAVITER. I don't believe this alters what I've been thinking. TWISDEN. Thought is one thing--knowledge another. There's duty to our profession. Ours is a fine calling. On the good faith of solicitors a very great deal hangs. [He crosses to the hearth as if warmth would help him]. GRAVITER. It'll let him in for a prosecution. He came to us in confidence. TWISDEN. Not as against the law. GRAVITER. No. I suppose not. [A pause] By Jove, I don't like losing this case. I don't like the admission we backed such a wrong 'un. TWISDEN. Impossible to go on. Apart from ourselves, there's Sir Frederic. We must disclose to him--can't let him go on in the dark. Complete confidence between solicitor and counsel is the essence of professional honour.