Oh, Miss Brudenell doesn’t know why rooms sometimes go round and round. LORD DANGARS. No? Perhaps her relations are more penetrating. DUNSTAN RENSHAW. Thank goodness there are no such incumbrances. Leslie is an orphan; I’m an orphan. I’m alone in the world; she has only a young brother who doesn’t count. So we start at even weights. [_He drains the remainder of the water and shivers._] LORD DANGARS. Met her at a ball, of course. I really will be seen at dances again by-and-by. DUNSTAN RENSHAW. A ball--nonsense. Her only idea of a ball is a lot of girls sitting against a wall pulling crackers. She’s a “little maid from school.” LORD DANGARS. Charming! But how---- DUNSTAN RENSHAW. How--I’ll give you the recipe. Go down into the country for a couple of days’ fishing. LORD DANGARS. Often done it--caught fish, no girls. DUNSTAN RENSHAW. Wait. The stream must run off your host’s property through the recreation grounds of a young ladies’ school. LORD DANGARS. Times are altered--there was always a brick wall in my day. DUNSTAN RENSHAW. Brick walls still exist, but a heavy fish on your line breaks down your notions of propriety and you paddle along mid-stream. You soon discover some pretty little women with their arms round each other’s waists, and you apologise profusely. LORD DANGARS. But you risk rheumatism. DUNSTAN RENSHAW. So Leslie thought, and that won me her sympathy. LORD DANGARS. And sympathy is akin to love. DUNSTAN RENSHAW. And love, occasionally, leads to marriage. [_Holding out his hand to DANGARS, who buttons his glove._] Help deck me for the sacrifice, George. As luck would have it, Leslie’s guardian, Mr. Cheal, was my people’s lawyer years ago, and he knew I was a gentleman and all that sort of thing. So Cheal got my affairs into something like order, made me settle everything on Leslie, and now you behold in me a happy bridegroom with a headache fit to convert the devil. Thanks, old man. [_MR. CHEAL comes from his private office. He is an elderly man with a pompous manner and florid complexion._] MR. CHEAL. Hasn’t Miss Brudenell arrived yet? Ah, good morning, Lord Dangars. Mr. Renshaw, pray don’t be late. I believe it is customary for the bridegroom to receive the lady at the Registrar’s. Who is a married man here? Oh, Lord Dangars, perhaps _you_ can tell us. DUNSTAN RENSHAW. No, no! Ask him something about the Divorce Court. MR. CHEAL. Good gracious, I quite forgot! Pray pardon me. [_DUNSTAN laughs heartily._] DUNSTAN RENSHAW. I’m waiting for Mr. Murray, my best man. MR. CHEAL. [_Rather testily._] Mr. Murray! [_HUGH is gazing into the fire._] Mr. Murray, please. HUGH MURRAY. Eh? MR. CHEAL. Mr. Renshaw is waiting. HUGH MURRAY. I beg your pardon, Mr. Renshaw. I must ask you to dispense with my assistance this morning. [_He sits at his table and commences writing, while CHEAL, DUNSTAN, and DANGARS exchange glances._] DUNSTAN RENSHAW. Oh, all right--don’t mention it.