GRAVITER. What are you going to do then, sir? TWISDEN. See Dancy at once. Get him on the phone. GRAVITER. [Taking up the telephone] Get me Captain Dancy's flat.... What?... [To TWISDEN] Mrs Dancy is here. That's a propos with a vengeance. Are you going to see her, sir? TWISDEN. [After a moment's painful hesitation] I must. GRAVITER. [Telephoning] Bring Mrs Dancy up. [He turns to the window]. MABEL DANDY is shown in, looking very pale. TWISDEN advances from the fire, and takes her hand. 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.