ALCAR. (Good-humouredly.) Will you answer questions here?
CARVE. (Good-humouredly.) It depends.
ALCAR. Do you assert that you are Ilam Carve?
CARVE. I assert nothing.
ALCAR. Are you Ilam Carve?
CARVE. Yes, but I don't want to be.
ALCAR. Might I inquire why you allowed your servant to be buried in your
name?
CARVE. Well, he always did everything for me--a most useful man.... But
I didn't 'allow' him to be buried in my name. On the contrary, I told
various people that I was not dead--but strange to say, nobody would
believe me. My handsome, fascinating cousin here wouldn't even let me
begin to tell him. Even my wife wouldn't believe me, so I gave it up.
(TEXEL does not conceal his enjoyment of the scene.)
CYRUS. (Grimly.) Which wife?
(CARVE twiddles his thumbs.)
ALCAR. But do you mean----
TEXEL. May I interrupt, Lord Leonard? I could listen for hours to this
absolutely stupendous gentleman. A circus is nothing to it. But aren't
we jumping the track? I've got two witnesses.
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