No, barely just. [_Speaking half to himself._] I thought the same the moment I first saw her. She was walking in the grounds of the old school-house at Helmstead, and I stood aside in the shade of the beeches and watched her--I couldn’t help it. And I remember how I stammered when I spoke to her; because some women are like sacred pictures, you can’t do more than whisper before them. That’s only six mouth’s ago, and to-day---- God forgive us if we are doing wrong! LORD DANGARS. [_To himself._] I’m dashed if my pious young Scotch solicitor isn’t in love with the girl himself. [_EPHGRAVES comes from the clerk’s office._] HUGH MURRAY. Mr. Renshaw? EPHGRAVES. Yes. LORD DANGARS. Dunstan! DUNSTAN RENSHAW. [_Speaking outside._] Why, George! [_DUNSTAN RENSHAW enters as EPHGRAVES retires. He is a handsome young man with a buoyant self-possessed manner, looking not more than thirty, but with the signs of a dissolute life in his face; his clothes are fashionable and suggest the bridegroom._] DUNSTAN RENSHAW. Congratulate you! So the law has turned you into a jolly old bachelor? LORD DANGARS. Yes, my boy--on condition that my solicitor offers a young fresh victim to Hymen in the course of this morning. DUNSTAN RENSHAW. Hallo! You know all about it, do you? LORD DANGARS. Mr. Murray broke the news as gently as possible. DUNSTAN RENSHAW. [_Shaking hands with MURRAY._] My best man. Good morning, Murray. Was it a shock, George? LORD DANGARS. Terrible! You might have knocked me down with one of Clotilda Green’s lace fans. DUNSTAN RENSHAW. Shut up, now! I’ve played that sort of game out; so no reminiscences. LORD DANGARS. Trust me, my dear boy. Make me a friend of your hearth and edit my recollections. DUNSTAN RENSHAW. Then all you remember is that at Cambridge I was a diligent but unlucky student. LORD DANGARS. Quite so--I recollect that perfectly. DUNSTAN RENSHAW. And that from boyhood I have suffered from a stupefying bashfulness before women. LORD DANGARS. Done. You’ll recall the same of me when I next have occasion to marry, won’t you? DUNSTAN RENSHAW. It’s a bargain. I--[_Puts his hand over his eyes._] Oh, confound this! LORD DANGARS. What’s the matter? Are you ill? DUNSTAN RENSHAW. No. Wait a minute. There were some fellows at my lodgings last night assisting at the launching of the ship--I mean, saying good-bye to me. [_Supports himself unsteadily with the back of a chair._] They set light to a bowlful of brandy and threw my Latchkey into it--awful fun. And then they all swore they’d see the last of me, and they stayed and stayed till they couldn’t see anything at all. [_He sinks on to the chair, with his head resting on his hands. HUGH brings him a glass of water._] HUGH MURRAY. Here. DUNSTAN RENSHAW. Thanks. [_Gradually recovering._] I’m all right. Did I look white or yellow? LORD DANGARS. Neither--green. Fortunate the lady was not present. DUNSTAN RENSHAW.