JUGGINS. My orders are, Miss Delaney, that you are not to be here
when Mr Gilbey returns from Wormwood Scrubbs.
DORA. That means telling me to mind my own business, doesnt it?
Well, I'm off. Tootle Loo, Charlie Darling. [She kisses her hand to
him and goes].
ACT II
_On the afternoon of the same day, Mrs Knox is writing notes in her
drawing-room, at a writing-table which stands against the wall.
Anyone placed so as to see Mrs Knox's left profile, will have the door
on the right and the window an the left, both further away than Mrs
Knox, whose back is presented to an obsolete upright piano at the
opposite side of the room. The sofa is near the piano. There is a
small table in the middle of the room, with some gilt-edged books and
albums on it, and chairs near it._
_Mr Knox comes in almost furtively, a troubled man of fifty, thinner,
harder, and uglier than his partner, Gilbey, Gilbey being a soft
stoutish man with white hair and thin smooth skin, whilst Knox has
coarse black hair, and blue jaws which no diligence in shaving can
whiten. Mrs Knox is a plain woman, dressed without regard to fashion,
with thoughtful eyes and thoughtful ways that make an atmosphere of
peace and some solemnity. She is surprised to see her husband at home
during business hours._
MRS KNOX. What brings you home at this hour? Have you heard
anything?
KNOX. No. Have you?
MRS KNOX. No. Whats the matter?
KNOX.
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