Do please think of the trial.
You know how shy you are, and how you tremble at the mere thought of a
witness-box.
CYRUS. I can believe it.
CARVE. (Smiling at JANET.) I've got past shyness. I think it was the
visit of my fine stalwart sons yesterday that cured me of shyness. I
doubt if I shall ever be shy any more.
JANET. (Appealingly.) Dearest, to please me!
CARVE. (Curt now for the first time, with a flash of resentment.) No.
JANET. (After a slight pause; hurt and startled; with absolute
conviction, to LORD LEONARD ALCAR.) It's no use. He's made up his mind.
EBAG. I have an idea that I can persuade--
JANET. (Hotly.) Excuse me. You can't.
EBAG. I have an idea I can. But (hesitates) the fact is, not in the
presence of ladies.
JANET. Oh. If that's all--(walks away in a huff.)
EBAG. (To JANET.) My deepest apologies.
(LORD LEONARD ALCAR shows JANET out)
TEXEL. Well, well! What now?
EBAG. (To CARVE.) You remember Lady Alice Rowfant?
CARVE. (Taken aback.) That doesn't concern you.
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