TIMSON. That's all right. You're a gen'leman, an' I'm a gen'leman, but he ain't an' she ain't. WELLWYN. We shall not believe you. BERTLEY. No, no; we shall not believe you. TIMSON. [Heavily.] Very well, you doubts my word. Will it make any difference, Guv'nor, if I speaks the truth? BERTLEY. No, certainly not--that is--of course, it will. TIMSON. Well, then, I see 'em plainer than I see [pointing at BERTLEY] the two of you. WELLWYN. Be quiet, Timson! BERTLEY. Not even her husband believes you. MEGAN. [Suddenly.] Don't I! WELLWYN. Come, Megan, you can see the old fellow's in Paradise. BERTLEY. Do you credit such a--such an object? [He points at TIMSON, who seems falling asleep.] MEGAN. Naow! [Unseen by anybody, ANN has returned.] BERTLEY. Well, then, my boy? MEGAN. I seen 'em meself. BERTLEY. Gracious! But just now you were will---- MEGAN. [Sardonically.] There wasn't nothing against me honour, then. Now you've took it away between you, cumin' aht with it like this. I don't want no more of 'er, and I'll want a good deal more of 'im; as 'e'll soon find. [He jerks his chin at FERRAND, turns slowly on his heel, and goes out into the street.] [There follows a profound silence.] ANN. What did I say, Daddy? Utter! All three. [Suddenly alive to her presence, they all turn.] TIMSON. [Waking up and looking round him.] Well, p'raps I'd better go. [Assisted by WELLWYN he lurches gingerly off the dais towards the door, which WELLWYN holds open for him.] TIMSON. [Mechanically.] Where to, sir? [Receiving no answer he passes out, touching his hat; and the door is closed.] WELLWYN. Ann! [ANN goes back whence she came.] [BERTLEY, steadily regarding MRS. MEGAN, who has put her arm up in front of her face, beckons to FERRAND, and the young man comes gravely forward.] BERTLEY. Young people, this is very dreadful. [MRS. MEGAN lowers her arm a little, and looks at him over it.] Very sad! MRS. MEGAN. [Dropping her arm.] Megan's no better than what I am. BERTLEY. Come, come! Here's your home broken up! [MRS. MEGAN Smiles. Shaking his head gravely.] Surely-surely-you mustn't smile. [MRS. MEGAN becomes tragic.] That's better. Now, what is to be done? FERRAND. Believe me, Monsieur, I greatly regret. BERTLEY. I'm glad to hear it. FERRAND. If I had foreseen this disaster. BERTLEY. Is that your only reason for regret? FERRAND. [With a little bow.] Any reason that you wish, Monsieur. I will do my possible. MRS. MEGAN. I could get an unfurnished room if [she slides her eyes round at WELLWYN] I 'ad the money to furnish it. BERTLEY. But suppose I can induce your husband to forgive you, and take you back? MRS. MEGAN. [Shaking her head.] 'E'd 'it me. BERTLEY. I said to forgive. MRS. MEGAN. That wouldn't make no difference. [With a flash at BERTLEY.] An' I ain't forgiven him! BERTLEY. That is sinful.