Paramore: is my coat shabby?
PARAMORE. Not that I can see.
CRAVEN. I should think not. Then he wanted to draw me into a dispute
about the Egyptian war. We should have been here quarter of an hour
ago only for his nonsense.
CHARTERIS (still contemplating Rembrandt). I did my best to keep him
from disturbing you, Paramore.
PARAMORE (gratefully). You have come in the nick of time. Colonel
Craven: I have something very particular to say to you.
CRAVEN (springing up in alarm). In private, Paramore: now really it
must be in private.
PARAMORE (surprised). Of course. I was about to suggest my consulting
room: there's nobody there. Miss Craven: will you excuse me: Charteris
will entertain you until I return. (He leads the way to the green
baize door.)
CHARTERIS (aghast). Oh, I say, hadn't you better wait until the others
come?
PARAMORE (exultant). No need for further delay now, my best friend.
(He wrings Charteris's hand.) Will you come, Colonel?
CRAVEN. At your service, Paramore: at your service. (Craven and
Paramore go into the consulting room. Julia turns her head and stares
insolently at Charteris.
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