SCENE XX.--_A few minutes later._

_Mrs. Toov._ (_to herself, in a fever_). Why doesn't he come back?

What are those two plotting together? Oh, if Mr. WILDFIRE imagines he

will get a hold over me, so as to obtain my consent to---- I'd sooner

tell Pa everything! (_To_ CURPHEW, _who reenters, smiling_.) W--where

is--the other?

_Curph._ The other? Oh, _he_'s gone. I made myself known to him; and

you would have been surprised, my dear Mrs. TOOVEY, at the immense

effect my professional name had upon him. When he realised I was

WALTER WILDFIRE he was willing to do anything for me, and so I easily

got him to entrust his find to me.

_Mr. Toov._ (_inquisitively_). And what is it--a fan, or a glove?

There would be no harm in showing it to _us_, eh?

_Curph._ Well, really, it's so very unlikely to compromise anybody

that I almost think I _might_. Yes, there can't be any objection.

[_He takes something out of his pocket, and presents it to_

Mr. T.

_Mr. Toov._ (_mystified_). Why, it's only a hairpin! What a

scrupulously honest young man that is, to be sure!

_Mrs. Toov._ (_relieved_). Only a hairpin? (_Then, uneasily, to_

CURPH., _in an undertone_.) Where is--you know what? Have you kept it

to use for your own advantage?

_Curph._ (_in the same tone_). I am a very bad man, I know; but I

don't blackmail. You will find it behind the card-basket in the hall.

[Mrs. T. _goes out_; ALTH. _draws_ CURPH. _aside_.

_Alth._ CLARENCE, I--I _must_ know; how did you come to have a--a

hairpin? where did it come _from_? (_As he softly touches the back of

her head._) Oh! it was _mine_, then? _What_ a goose I am?

_Mr. Toov._ (_as_ Mrs. T. _returns_). Why, CORNELIA, my love, so

you've _found_ your spectacles! Now where did you leave them _this_

time, my dear, eh?

_Mrs. Toov._ Where I shall not leave them _again_ in a hurry,

THEOPHILUS!

_Mr. Toov._ Don't you be too sure of that, my love. By the way, Mr.

CURPHEW, that lady of your acquaintance--_you_ know, the one who

made all this disturbance at the Eldorado--is she at all _like_ Mrs.

TOOVEY, now?

_Curph._ (_after reflection_). Well, really, there _is_ a

resemblance--at a distance!

_Mr. Toov._ (_peevishly_). Then it's annoying--very annoying; because

it might compromise my poor dear wife, you know. I--I wish you could

give her a quiet hint to--to avoid such places in future!

_Curph._ Do you know, Sir, I really think it will be _quite_

unnecessary.

[PH[OE]BE _enters to announce dinner_.

_Mr. Toov._ Dinner, eh? Yes, yes, dinner, to be sure. Mr. CURPHEW,

will you take in my dau----(_correcting himself_)--oh, but, dear me, I

was quite forgetting that--h'm!----

_Curph._ ----that Mrs. TOOVEY has been expressing an ardent impatience

to close your doors on me for ever?

_Mrs. Toov._ (_not over graciously_). That was before---- I mean

that--considering the manner in which we all of us seem to have been

more or less mixed up with the music-hall of late--we can't afford to

be too particular. If Mr. WILDFIRE chooses to stay, he will find as

warm a welcome as--(_with a gulp_)--he can _expect_!

_Curph._ Many thanks, but I'm sure you see that I can't stay here on

sufferance. If I do stay it must be as----

_Mrs. T._ As one of the family! (_She chokes._) That--that's

understood, of course. (_To herself._) They know too much!

_Mr. T._ (_to_ Mrs. T., _chirpily, as the others precede them in

to dinner_). Do you know, my love, I'd no more idea you would ever

have---- Well, well, it might have been worse, I daresay. But we must

never let it get out about the _music-hall_, eh?

_Mrs. T._ Well, Pa, _I_'m not very likely to allude to it!

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