Was I like that?
Of course you were.
Oh, I’m glad!
Thank you, dear, but you’re not half so glad as I am.
It’s queer, there used to be a fine old stock up in this country. It seems to have died out. The people here don’t half appreciate the place.
But you haven’t seen many of them, have you?
No, I talked with some in the bar room.
Oh, the bar room?
Yes, I know. One can’t judge from that. A filthy place—it made me ashamed of drinking. I only went in hoping to see some of the people I used to know.
Where’s my portfolio?
In the office, with those hand bags we decided not to open.
I’m going to get it. I just had an idea.... (He goes out)
It’s only ten o’clock, but it seems like midnight.
So it does. Are we going on to-morrow? Will the car be all right?
George says so. To-morrow? I suppose so.
Well, I’m going to bed.
I hope Harold is asleep. Good night, dear.
Good night, Mary.
You said “Mary.”
Did I? Well, you might be, for all that.
If she had on that blue dress you used to wear, your own mother couldn’t tell you apart.