Paramore: you alarm me more than I can say. You've been and muffed
this business somehow. I know perfectly well what you've been up to;
and I fully expected to find you a joyful accepted suitor.
PARAMORE (angrily). Yes, you have been watching me because you admire
Miss Craven yourself. Well, you may go in and win now. You will be
pleased to hear that I am a ruined man.
CHARTERIS. You! Ruined! How? The turf?
PARAMORE (contemptuously). The turf!! Certainly not.
CHARTERIS. Paramore: if the loan of all I possess will help you over
this difficulty, you're welcome to it.
PARAMORE (rising in surprise). Charteris! I-- (suspiciously.) Are you
joking?
CHARTERIS. Why on earth do you always suspect me of joking? I never
was more serious in my life.
PARAMORE (shamed by Charteris's generosity). Then I beg your pardon. I
thought the news would please you.
CHARTERIS (deprecating this injustice to his good feeling). My dear
fellow--!
PARAMORE. I see I was wrong. I am really very sorry. (They shake
hands.) And now you may as well learn the truth. I had rather you
heard it from me than from the gossip of the club.
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