Doing with myself?
JANET. Well, I think I ought to ask because when I was stealing (with a
little nervous laugh) the money out of your pocket to pay that hotel
bill, I came across a lady's photograph. I couldn't help coming across
it. Seeing how things are, I think I ought to ask.
CARVE. Oh, that! It must be a photograph of the lady he was engaged
to. He broke it off, you know. That was why we came to London in such a
hurry.
JANET. Then it is true--what the newspaper reporter said? (CARVE
nods.) One of the aristocracy--(CARVE nods.) Who was she?
CARVE. Lady Alice Rowfant.
JANET. What was it doing in your pocket?
CARVE. I don't know. Everything got mixed up. Clothes, papers,
everything.
JANET. Sure?
CARVE. Of course! Look here, do you suppose Lady Alice Rowfant is
anything to me?
JANET. She isn't?
CARVE. No.
JANET. Honestly? (Looking at him closely.)
CARVE. Honestly.
JANET. (With obvious relief.) Well, that's all right then! Now will
you drink this milk, please.
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