Her writing! The Torquay postmark! That's near enough! I shall find him! (Exit.)
Scene draws up and discovers Scene II.
DRAWING-ROOM IN FANSHAWE'S VILLA AT TORQUAY. Doors right and left, window with balcony, showing the sea.
Discover FANSHAWEleaning against conservatory, with cigarette. LEESONdown right. Five letters on salver an small table extreme right.
LEESON. I've got everything packed, sir.
FANSHAWE. All right. We leave by the early train. We sail on Friday.
LEESON (goes). Yes, sir. Beg pardon, sir, Miss --your lady, I mean--does she go to India with us?
FANSHAWE (sharply). Yes, of course.
LEESON. Because this afternoon your lady asked me why I was packing so many trunks for you.
FANSHAWE. Blockhead! you told her I was ordered to join my regiment in India?
LEESON. No, sir, I--hem--passed it off, sir. (Exit.)
FANSHAWE. Was ever such cursed luck! Providence and the War Office must have planned this campaign to spite me! She shall go to India with