Deb. Oh, I’m sure Allen and Aunt will both be delighted. (_Approaching Mike, who still stands aside and looks down._) Won’t you be seated, Mr. Hanningford? (_He makes no sign--hesitatingly._) Dick. (_Mike still takes no notice. Luke has risen and crossed with assumed carelessness, towards him and nozu from opposite side of him to Deborah gives him a sharp kick. Mike starts and looks up._), Luke. (_Turning away carelessly._) Lost in reveries of old scenes, Dick, eh? Miss Deacon is asking you if you won’t sit down. Mike. (_Sitting L.c._) Oh, I beg your pardon, Miss, I’m sure. Oh, thank you, I will. Deb. (_Going._) I shan’t be a minute. They are only somewhere about the yard. (_Exit Deborah c. door l. down stage. Luke goes to door, looks off, closes door, then goes up to door c., looks off, then closes it. Comes r. of Mike, who is l.c._) Luke. (_After waiting an instant, and making sure that no one is about._) Try and keep some of your wits about you, Mike--if you don’t mind. Mike. (_Sulkily._) I don’t see the darned good of this part of the trick, so I tell you. Luke. I’m afraid we shall have a rough time if your memory doesn’t improve. I’ve explained to you at least half-a-dozen times that it was as a sort of trial canter that I wanted to come here. If anyone in Devon can tell who is Dick Hanningford and who isn’t it will be these Rollitts. If you pass here you pass anywhere. Mike. Well, it’s the very place I should have avoided, and for the same reason. The old woman knew Dick Hanningford as well as she knows her own son, and I’d rather avoid her. Luke, (_r._) You’re bound to meet her sooner or later. Better get it over and know the worst--or the best. (_Turns away r. a little._) Sixteen years make it a little difficult to tell a man, especially between the age of nine and twenty-five, and you’re like him enough, and always were. Mike. And suppose she gets asking questions--do I remember this, do I remember that--you know what old women are. Luke. Well, you can’t be expected to remember all the details of your pinafore days after all this time, and knocking about as you have been. You know all that is necessary for you to know. You knew the old man, and you were in the house, and you knew young Hanningford. Besides, you needn’t recollect anything yourself. You recollect what other people recollect, that’s all you’re wanted to do. Mike. (_Rising._) I hope we don’t make a mess of it! (_Turns L._) Luke. (_Crossing and laying his hand on Mike’s shoulder, turns him to c._) We shan’t make a mess of it--don’t you. You know what it’s for--£100,000 apiece. I’ve done my share of the job--you do yours. (_Turns r.a little._) Mike. (_Turning round and facing him._) Are you sure you did your share? Luke, (_l._) What do you mean? (_Turns c._) Mike, (_r._) Are you sure he was dead?