Hillcrist. Ask your friend to come here.

     [Dawker beckons, and the stranger joins the group.]

Are you sure of what you’ve said, sir?

Stranger.  Perfectly.  I remember her quite well; her name then was——­

Hillcrist. I don’t want to know, thank you.  I’m truly sorry.  I wouldn’t wish the knowledge of that about his womenfolk to my worst enemy.  This mustn’t be spoken of. [Jill hugs his arm.]

Mrs. H. It will not be if Mr. Hornblower is wise.  If he is not wise, it must be spoken of.

Hillcrist. I say no, Amy.  I won’t have it.  It’s a dirty weapon.  Who touches pitch shall be defiled.

Mrs. H. Well, what weapons does he use against us?  Don’t be quixotic.  For all we can tell, they know it quite well already, and if they don’t they ought to.  Anyway, to know this is our salvation, and we must use it.

Jill:  [Sotto voce] Pitch!  Dodo!  Pitch!

Dawker.  The threat’s enough!  J.P.—­Chapel—­Future member for the constituency——.

Hillcrist. [A little more doubtfully] To use a piece of knowledge about a woman—­it’s repugnant.  I—­I won’t do it.

     [Mrs. H. If you had a son tricked into marrying such a woman,
     would you wish to remain ignorant of it?]

Hillcrist. [Struck] I don’t know—­I don’t know.

Mrs. H. At least, you’d like to be in a position to help him, if you thought it necessary?

Hillcrist. Well—­that perhaps.

Mrs. H. Then you agree that Mr. Hornblower at least should be told. 
What he does with the knowledge is not our affair.

Hillcrist. [Half to the stranger and half to Dawker] Do you realise that an imputation of that kind may be ground for a criminal libel action?

Stranger.  Quite.  But there’s no shadow of doubt; not the faintest. 
You saw her just now?

Hillcrist. I did. [Revolting again] No; I don’t like it.

     [Dawker has drawn the stranger a step or two away, and they
     talk together.]

Mrs. H. [In a low voice] And the ruin of our home?  You’re betraying your fathers, Jack.

Hillcrist. I can’t bear bringing a woman into it.

Mrs. H. We don’t.  If anyone brings her in; it will be Hornblower himself.

Hillcrist. We use her secret as a lever.

Mrs. H. I tell you quite plainly:  I will only consent to holding my tongue about her, if you agree to Hornblower being told.  It’s a scandal to have a woman like that in the neighbourhood.

Jill.  Mother means that, father.

Hillcrist. Jill, keep quiet.  This is a very bitter position.  I can’t tell what to do.

Mrs. H. You must use this knowledge.  You owe it to me—­to us all.  You’ll see that when you’ve thought it over.