VICAR. I think he made it clear. He said we were--rid of him
forever!

AUNTIE [thoughtfully]. Ye-es . . .

William, I begin to fear that man.

VICAR. Whom--Robert?

AUNTIE. No, Manson.

[Re-enter MANSON from door, right. He carries a five-pound note in
his hand.]

MANSON. His lordship will be glad to see you.

AUNTIE. Very well, Manson. Why, what have you there?

MANSON. A remedy for misapprehension, ma'am.

AUNTIE. It's a five-pound note.

MANSON. Yes.

AUNTIE. Come, William.

[She goes to the drawing-room door, her head anxiously turned
towards MANSON.]