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?