We shall meet again by-and-bye, dear. I shall dine here quietly, after all. THEOPHILA. [_Going to_ CLAUDE, _kissing him_.] Good-bye. CLAUDE. Oh, you’ll see me at dinner too. THEOPHILA. [_Handing him the letter._] Give that to ’Tina, will you? Claude—take care of mother. CLAUDE. [_Mildly surprised._] Take care of mother! THEOPHILA. Yes, be a good boy, and look after her. Ta, ta! _She goes out._ CLAUDE. Boy! _my_ boyhood is long past. [_Pinching the envelope._] There’s a coin in this—money. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [_Sitting on the settee, fatigued._] Eh? Don’t forget, Claude—Gilliburton. Think of Gilly, corruption of Gilbert. Gilbert, a well-known sculptor—or writer; I forget which. Burton, man I jobbed two horses from—bays—Burton. There you have Gilly and Burton—Gilliburton. My own system of mnemonics. _Memoria technica._ CLAUDE. It’s not a coin; it’s a ring. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [_Irritably._] What are you talking about, my boy? You always appear to be masticating some commonplace or other. [HORTON _appears_. HORTON. Beg pardon, Sir Fletcher. Mrs. Cloys wants to wish you good-day, Sir Fletcher. I wasn’t aware where you was, Sir Fletcher. CLAUDE. [_Giving the letter to_ HORTON.] Miss Justina. [HORTON _withdraws_. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [_Rising._] I’d quite forgotten your aunt. Do, please, look unconcerned, Claude. Let her see that men can display courage and decision at such moments. [_Humming an air, he unbuttons his coat and throws it back, sticking his thumbs in his waistcoat pockets. Some newspapers fall from the breast of his coat; he is hastily picking them up when_ MRS. CLOYS _enters_. SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [_Meekly._] You are going, Harriet? MRS. CLOYS. Fletcher, you’ve been out to buy evening papers! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. [_Putting them into his tail pockets._] The malicious utterances of the judge are not in these editions. MRS. CLOYS. I thought you never——! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD. It is somebody’s duty to overlook the reports of this case. I see that one vile placard announces, “Lively cross-examination of Mrs. Fraser.” MRS. CLOYS. Lively! SIR FLETCHER PORTWOOD.