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mrs. cheveley. Stop! Stop! Let me have time to think. lord goring. Give me Robert Chiltern’s letter. mrs. cheveley. I have not got it with me. I will give it to you to-morrow. lord goring. You know you are lying. Give it to me at once. [mrs. cheveley pulls the letter out, and hands it to him. She is horribly pale.] This is it? mrs. cheveley. [ In a hoarse voice.] Yes. lord goring. [ Takes the letter, examines it, sighs, and burns it with the lamp.] For so well-dressed a woman, Mrs. Cheveley, you have moments of admirable common sense. I congratulate you. mrs. cheveley. [ Catches sight of lady chiltern’s letter, the cover of which is just showing from under the blotting-book.] Please get me a glass of water. lord goring. Certainly. [ Goes to the corner of the room a