COLFORD. [With a convulsive movement] Old boy! DANCY. No good, Colford. [Gazing round at them] Oh! clear out--I can't stand commiseration; and let me have some air. TWISDEN motions to COLFORD and MARGARET to go; and as he turns to DANCY, they go out. GRAVITER also moves towards the door. The GENERAL sits motionless. GRAVITER goes Out. TWISDEN. Well? DANCY. I'm going home, to clear up things with my wife. General Canynge, I don't quite know why I did the damned thing. But I did, and there's an end of it. CANYNGE. Dancy, for the honour of the Army, avoid further scandal if you can. I've written a letter to a friend of mine in the Spanish War Office. It will get you a job in their war. [CANYNGE closes the envelope]. DANCY. Very good of you. I don't know if I can make use of it. CANYNGE stretches out the letter, which TWISDEN hands to DANCY, who takes it. GRAVITER re-opens the door. TWISDEN. What is it? GRAVITER. De Levis is here. TWISDEN. De Levis? Can't see him. DANCY. Let him in! 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