Clara. (_Crosses down. Very quietly and deliberately._) Yes! (_Stepping forward and, putting her hand in Allen’s, c. A pause. She then, glancing first at Deb., draws Allen slowly to her, and they kiss. They cross r._) Allen. I think now, Deb, that Miss Dexter has a right to know thy “reasons.” Deb. They were mistaken ones, Allen. Please forgive me, both of you. (_Exit Deb. l._) Allen. (_Bewildered--looks after Deb._) What does it all mean? Clara. I will tell you some time. Never mind now. Allen. Ah, well, us oughtn’t to be angry with her, anyhow, for what her’s done. (_Takes Clara’s hand in his._) Ought us? (_Draws her to him and kisses her forehead_). Clara. (_Disengaging herself gently._) I am going to tell papa. I am so happy. (_Crosses l., looking back to him laughingly._) (_Exit Clara l. up stage_). Allen, (_c. after a pause._) Everything I want in the whole wide world, and three months ago--(_Breaks off and pauses his hand over his eyes._) I wonder if I shall wake up in a minute in the old farm and find that the £200,000 and Clara have only been dreams. (_Rousing himself._) Ah, no, it be real enough. (_Looks round._) Ah, they call Fortune a fickle jade, but her’s been a firm friend to me. I’ll drink thee a bumper, Fortune lass. (_Turns to table r., On which are wine and glasses, and pours out a glassful._) I don’t know how much a bumper is, but I expects it’s about a glassful, and thee shall ha’ it. (_Takes glass in his right hand, and raises it._) Here’s thy jolly good health, my lass. To Lady Fortune! (_Enter Peters c. upper door, with card on salver._) Allen. (_Lowers glass untouched._) What’s the matter? Peters. (_Coming forward and presenting salver._) A gentleman to see you, sir. Allen. (_Takes card, but does not look at it._) He’ll have to be quick about it then. Send un up. (_Footman seems to hesitate. Sharply._) Send un up. Send un up. (_Exit Peters c._) Another of my swell friends, I suppose; they seem to be swarming this--(_r. c. glances at card, his hand holding the glass sinks lower and lower, he gazes round bewilderingly._) (_Enter Richard Hanningford c._) (_Reads card in amazed tone._) Richard Hanningford, I saw him lying dead before my own eyes three months ago! Hann. (_At door, raising hat._) I beg your pardon! (_The glass in Allen’s hand overturns_). MEDIUM CURTAIN. ACT III. Scene I. The library at Allen’s Chambers. Fire l. Doors r.and c. Table L.c. Big easy chair l. by fire. Peters discovered l. c. arranging and cutting papers on table and whistling. (_Enter Piffin r. Music to open._) Piff. Have you seen my cub about? Peters. (_Without looking up._) No, Foxey, I ain’t. Didn’t know as you had had one. Piff. (_c._) You know who I mean--your master. Peters. (_Going to door c._) Not far off from where yours is I suppose. (_Exit Peters c._)