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as far as we can see at present.  But I assure you that I 
share your sentiments.  I have heard very ill things said 
of him, I can tell you.  
MRS. OSSORY.  Who is he ?  Does any one know ?  A 
man of family, I hope.  How dreadful for poor Henry 
if he had been run over by a plebeian ! 
OSSORY.  Well, we hardly know—I wonder if his credit 
is good.  [His voice sinks to a whisper as the awful suspicion 
that he may be financially unsound strikes him.]  
CARR.  [sharply, as if pained].  Oh, oh !  Don’t suggest 
such a thing without the very best reason.  It would be 
too terrible ! 
[This time EUPHEMIA laughs. 
OSSORY.  My dear boy, I deliberately say it.  I have 
the very best of reasons for supposing him to be very 
deeply dipped.  Very deeply dipped.  
CARR.  [Hides his head in his hands and groans, pretend-
ing to be overwhelmed by the tragedy.  Looks up.] Well, I 
was told he other day that he held a lot of land in London, 
and has more tenants than the Duke of Westminster ! 
OSSORY.  Well, we’ll hope it is true.  But in these days 
one never knows.  And he leaves a very unpleasant 
impression wherever he goes.  If I were not an English-
man I should say that the feeling I had for him was not 
very far removed from actual fear ! 
CARR.  Well said, sir.  Hearts of oak in the City, eh ?    
[OSSORY glares at him suspiciously.  EUPHEMIA 
both enjoys the joke and is angry that her father 
is the butt of it.  
EUPHEMIA.  Well, I’m not afraid of him—I think I rather 
like him.  I’m sure he’s a good man, when one knows him.