by John O'Neill
FITZHENRY
(to Sir Edward Crosby) Have you seen this lady before, Sir Edward?
SIR EDWARD CROSBY
No, Lieutenant, I have not, nor do I recall inviting her. If it were not for the circumstances, I would wager she is no lady.
They watch as the conversation becomes more animated. Just as they notice the appearance of Bully Dysart, the lady rises to her feet in a dramatic pose of horror.
BULLY DYSART
What is it, Catherine? What has happened?
CATHERINE
(Weeping) He insulted me, Bruce, most grievously. I cannot repeat his request but I have never been so addressed. Please take me home.
BULLY DYSART
You scoundrel, Butler. Did you think the lady was alone and unprotected? You'll answer for this and at dawn tomorrow.
SIR PHILIP BUTLER
(confused, slurred, swaying) Fight you anytime, Dysart. I did nothing - nothing.
Sir Edward pushes through the crowd now gathered.
SIR EDWARD CROSBY
There must be some mistake, gentlemen. Can we not discuss this with cool heads, later?
BULLY DYSART
There is nothing to discuss. This man is no gentleman and on any remaining honor he may have, he must answer for it.
SIR EDWARD CROSBY
(reluctantly) I will wait upon you shortly to make the arrangements. Can we not, at least, postpone the meeting for twentyfour hours? Sir Philip, as you can see, is not in fit condition.
