Laura:
You wanted me?
Percival:
I have a document for you to sign.
Laura:
A document?
Percival:
Sit here - use my pen.
Laura:
A document? What kind of document?
Percival:
Just sign it here, and here, and we'll be done.
Laura:
Now?
Percival:
It's a formality. Sign your name, Lady Glyde. Here on the line.
Laura:
What are you asking me to sign?
Fosco:
Percival - you said you needed me. I'm at your service. Ah, bonjourno, ladies. I trust you slept well?
Percival:
I need a witness to Laura's signature.
Laura:
Again, what is this document?
Percival:
Sign your name Lady Glyde.
Marian:
Sir, she has a right to know.
Percival:
It pertains, Miss Halcombe, to a man and his wife!
Laura:
Then let me read it first. That isn't asking much.
Percival:
Sign, I have a carriage waiting.
Marian:
Do you know what's in these papers?
Fosco:
I'm as ignorant as you and Lady Glyde.
Percival:
Sign!
Laura:
But I cannot sign what I haven't read!
Percival:
It is too involved for your pretty head. As a sign of trust, please pick up the pen.
Laura:
I will read it first, I will trust you then.
Marian:
Let our lawyers bless, what you want from her, and she'll acquiesce with her signature!
Percival:
You've a pointed tone that I will not bear -
Marian:
That's a point of view I completely share!
Percival:
Sign your name Lady Glyde! Infernal women - you know nothing about business.
Fosco:
Uhhm! Calmly, my dear friend - Lady Glyde's upset, so is her sister. Can't the papers wait another day?
Percival:
This is a timely matter, and it will not wait!
Laura:
I will gladly sign, when I know what it is.
Fosco:
Forget about the signature, I'm urging you, please. As a man of honour - be pacient.
Marian:
Send the carriage away.
Fosco:
In all good conscience I could not be a witness now.
Percival:
For God's sake, woman, sign! I will not stand for it, I will not!
Marian:
Stop it!
Percival:
She's still my wife, she'll do as I say!
Fosco:
Your temper, sir!
Percival:
Stay out of my way!
You must be confined 'till you see the light -
Marian:
This is not a jail -
Fosco:
Sir, this is not right!
Percival:
She should gladly do anything I say. She's a wilful child, who will have her way!
Fosco:
GLYDE! You must hold your tongue! You must not react! You must leave at once - your good name intact!
You'll be fine, Lady Glyde.
Laura:
Don't touch me!
Fosco:
You're safe, my dear, you will be all right. His bark is far worse than his bite.
His temper flares, don't be alarmed. He will come down, you won't be harmed.
Marian:
Without your aid, where would we be?
Fosco:
How could I not?
Laura:
Don't come near me!
Marian:
He is our friend. Look what he's done.
Laura:
I don't trust him - or anyone!
Fosco:
You'll be fine, Lady Glyde.