MABEL. No; he's not at Tattersall's, nor at the Club.

LADY ADELA rises and greets her with an air which suggests
bereavement.

LADY A. Nobody's going to believe this, my dear.

MABEL. [Looking straight at her] Nobody who does need come here, or
trouble to speak to us again.

LADY A. That's what I was afraid of; you're going to be defiant. Now
don't! Just be perfectly natural.

MABEL. So easy, isn't it? I could kill anybody who believes such a
thing.

MARGARET. You'll want a solicitor, Mabel, Go to old Mr Jacob Twisden.

LADY A. Yes; he's so comforting.

MARGARET. He got my pearls back once--without loss of life. A
frightfully good fireside manner. Do get him here, Mabel, and have a
heart-to-heart talk, all three of you!

MABEL. [Suddenly] Listen! There's Ronny!

DANCY comes in.

DANCY. [With a smile] Very good of you to have come.