Lady Dorothy.
No reason—not to say reason—only a sort of
feminine instinct, I suppose.
[Galloway enters by lower door.
Galloway.
Sir Malcolm Clark has come back, and is anxious to
see you, sir.
Sir Robert.
Very well, bring him in.
[Lady Dorothy goes out by upper door, R., as the Chief Commissioner re-enters by lower, R.
Sir Malcolm.
Sorry to trouble you again, but the matter seems
urgent.
Sir Robert.
[Pointing to cfiair.] What is it ?
Sir Malcolm.
[Sitting.] When you told me that if I found enemy
aliens of either sex in the homes of public officials
I was to rout them out, I presume you meant officials
of all classes, sir ?
Sir Robert.}}
Undoubtedly.
Sir Malcolm.
In that case you will pardon my presumption in
coming to your house first.
Sir Robert.
Mine?
