Of course, I tell you that as a friend--confidentially.
LOOE. (Shaken.) Well, I shall see what Lady Leonard says.
CARVE. (Rising in an angry, scornful outburst.) You'd bury him in
Westminster Abbey because he's a philanthropist, not because he's an
artist. That's England all over.... Well, I'm hanged if I'll have it.
LOOE. But, my dear sir----
CARVE. And I tell you another thing--he's not dead.
PETER. Not dead--what next?
CARVE. I am Ilam Carve.
HONORIA. (Soothingly.) Poor dear! He's not himself.
CARVE. That's just what I am. (Sinks back exhausted.)
PETER. (Aside to LOOE.) Is he mad, Father? Nothing but a clerk after
all. And yet he takes a private room at the Grand Babylon, and then he
refuses a hundred and fifty of the best and goes on like this. And now,
blessed if he isn't Ilam Carve! (Laughs.)
LOOE. I really think we ought to leave.
HONORIA. (To JANET.) He's a little unhinged! But how charming he is.
JANET. (Prudently resenting HONORIA'S interest in CARVE.) Yes, he's
a little unhinged.
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