d,
"I hope Oscar is going away abroad."

Ross returned to the Cadogan Hotel and told Oscar what his wife had
said, but even this didn't move him to action.

He sat as if glued to his chair, and drank hock and seltzer steadily
in almost unbroken silence. About four o'clock George Wyndham came to
see his cousin, Alfred Douglas; not finding him, he wanted to see
Oscar, but Oscar, fearing reproaches, sent Ross instead. Wyndham said
it was a pity that Bosie Douglas should be with Oscar, and Ross
immediately told him that Wilde's friends for years past had been
trying to separate them and that if he, Wyndham, would keep his cousin
away, he would be doing Oscar the very greatest kindness. At this
Wyndham grew more civil, though still "frightfully agitated," and
begged Ross to get Oscar to leave the country at once to avoid
scandal. Ross replied that he and Turner had been trying to bring
that about for hours. In the middle of the conversation Bosie, having
returned, burst into the room with: "I want to see my cousin," and
Ross rejoined Oscar. In a quarter of an hour Bosie followed him to say
that he was going out with Wyndham to see someone of importance.

About five o'clock a reporter of the _Star_ newspaper came to see
Oscar, a Mr. Marlowe, who is now editor of _The Daily Mail_, but again
Oscar refused to see him and sent Ross. Mr. Marlowe was sympathetic
and quite understood the position; he informed Ross that a tape
message had come through to the paper saying that a warrant for Oscar
Wilde had already been issued. Ross immediately went into the other
room and told Oscar, who said nothing, but "went very grey in the
face."

A moment later Oscar asked Ross to give him the money he had got at
the bank, though he had refused it several times in the course of the
day. Ross gave it to him, naturally taking it for a sign that he had
at length made up his mind to start, but immediately afterwards Oscar
settled down in his chair and said, "I shall stay and do my sentence
whatever it is"--a man evidently incapable of action.

For the next hour the trio sat waiting for the blow to fall. Once or
twice Oscar asked querulously where Bosie was, but no one could tell
him.

At ten past six the waiter knocked at the door and Ross answered it.
There were two detectives. The elder entered and said, "We have a
warrant here, Mr. Wilde, for your arrest on a charge of committing
indecent acts." Wilde wanted to know whether he would be gi