[_Enthusiastically._] Aren’t you glad, Kate? CATHERINE. [_Smiling._] Yes, very glad. ANNE. How can you take it so quietly! LADY FRANCIS. Is he coming here? O’DONNELL. Yes. I forgot to give you his message. He sent his love to Kate, and said he’d be here in two twos. ANNE. I wish he’d hurry up. Isn’t he a darling? O’DONNELL. He’s the greatest man I’ve ever known. He’s a perfect stunner. I don’t know what there is about him, but you can’t help believing in him. And he was so splendid this morning about those confounded lies in the paper. All the rest of them were as frightened as rabbits, but he never turned a hair. ANNE. [_Excitedly._] There’s a car. O’DONNELL. That’s it, I bet you anything you like. ANNE. How jolly of him to come quickly! [_She runs to the door and opens it._] George, George! [GEORGE WINTER _comes in boisterously and clasps_ ANNE _in his arms_. ANNE. Isn’t it splendid! GEORGE WINTER. Glorious victory, what! [_He is followed by_ COLONEL BOYCE, JAMES FORD, MR. SWALECLIFFE, _and two other men_. ETCHINGHAM. Thank God! GEORGE WINTER. You haven’t been worried about it? I knew I’d get in. I never had a moment’s doubt about it. JAMES FORD. [_Drily._] No one can say you don’t believe in yourself. GEORGE WINTER. Hang it all, if you don’t believe in yourself, how can you expect other people to believe in you? Drinks, gentlemen! O’DONNELL. Shall I ring? GEORGE WINTER. I told the waiter on my way up. Here they are. [_A couple of waiters come in with glasses and bottles of champagne._] No teetotalism to-night, Mr. Swalecliffe. By Jove, I’m thirsty. Pour it out. Pour it out. SWALECLIFFE. I never touch alcohol, Mr. Winter. GEORGE WINTER. Poor is the heart that never rejoices. Have you all got glasses, gentlemen? Come on, Lady Francis. Don’t be backward, Anne. ANNE. Yes, please. GEORGE WINTER. That’s right. Now then, Teddie. All ready? Gentlemen, I give you my wife, to whom this glorious victory is due. ALL. Mrs. Winter, Mrs. Winter. Catherine. CATHERINE. [_Embarrassed and shy._] Thank you very much. [_There are shouts outside, cheers_: WINTER, WINTER, _For he’s a jolly good fellow_. GEORGE WINTER. Hulloa, they’ve come round to the hotel. ANNE. Just look at the crowd. O’DONNELL. Shall I open the window? GEORGE WINTER. [_Stepping forward._] Yes. [_At his appearance the shouts break out more tumultuously. Cheer upon cheer is heard._ GEORGE WINTER _puts up his hand for silence_. GEORGE WINTER. Gentlemen, we’ve won a great fight. We’ve won in face of a campaign of lies, of misrepresentation, and of scandal. Truth always prevails. Honesty is the best policy. A glorious victory, gentlemen, and a triumph for English honesty, English plain dealing, and English integrity. Gentlemen, I drink your health.