THE SAME PERSONS, JOHN.
JOHN.
I beg your pardon, gentlemen, for having left you so long alone in my
house, but I have been suddenly called away. I reckoned upon being back
sooner. And....
(_He draws his hand across his forehead._)
GODLER.
You are suffering much?
JOHN.
It is nothing.... A little fatigue, it is very warm.
TREVELE.
We are going away.
JOHN.
However, it may be that I shall stand in need of two sure friends. Can I
count upon you?
TREVELE (_aside_).
Nourvady was right.
GODLER.
Certainly; we shall breakfast, Trevele and I, to-morrow at 12 o'clock at
the club. If you have anything to say to us.
JOHN.
Thank you. Till to-morrow then.
GODLER (_aside, as he goes out_).
Poor fellow.
TREVELE (_aside, as he goes out_).
The weather is getting stormy, as the sailors say.