(_Turning from regularly ordained dinner partner and
settling hock glasses._) Good evening. (_Sotto voce._) Not quite so
loud another time. You've no notion how your voice carries. (_Aside._)
So much for shirking the written explanation. It'll have to be a verbal
one now. Sweet prospect! How on earth am I to tell her that I am a
respectable, engaged member of society and it's all over between us?
MRS. H. I've a heavy score against you. Where were you at the Monday
Pop? Where were you on Tuesday? Where were you at the Lamonts' tennis?
I was looking everywhere.
CAPT. G. For me! Oh, I was alive somewhere, I suppose. (_Aside_.) It's
for Minnie's sake, but it's going to be dashed unpleasant.
MRS. H. Have I done anything to offend you? I never meant it if I have.
I couldn't help going for a ride with the Vaynor man. It was promised
a week before you came up.
CAPT. G. I didn't know--
MRS. H. It really _was_.
CAPT. G. Anything about it, I mean.
MRS. H. What has upset you to-day? All these days? You haven't been
near me for four whole days--nearly one hundred hours. Was it _kind_
of you, Pip? And I've been looking forward so much to your coming.
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