Anything in the wide world. Please, please don’t cry. We’ll do anything.
I . . . I only, I only wanted to—to kill Hussein. But never mind, it doesn’t matter now.
We’ll do it, Miss Clement, won’t we, Archie? Only don’t cry. We’ll do it. I—I suppose he deserves it, doesn’t he?
Yes, I suppose he does.
Well, all right, Miss Clement, that’s settled. My brother and I will talk it over.
Miralda [still sniping]
And—and—don’t hang him or anything—he looks so fine.... I—I wouldn’t like him treated like that. He has such a grand beard. He ought to die fighting.
We’ll see what we can do, Miss Clement.
It is sweet of you. It’s really sweet. It’s sweet of both of you. I don’t know what I d have done without you. I seemed to know it that day the moment I saw you.
O, it’s nothing, Miss Clement, nothing at all.
That’s all right.
Well, now I’ll have to look for an hotel.
Yes, that’s the trouble, that really is the trouble. That’s what I’ve been thinking of
Why, isn’t there . . .
No, I’m afraid there isn’t. What are we to do, Archie.
I—I can’t think. Perhaps Miss Clement would have a scheme.
Miralda [to John Beal]
I rely on you, Mr. Beal.
I—I; but what can I . . . You see, you’re all alone. If you’d anyone with you, you could have . . .
I did think of bringing a rather nice aunt. But on the whole I thought it better not to tell anyone.
Not to tell . . .
No, on the whole I didn’t.