Jones (with great pathos). Chief, chief, I am not so vile as that. I have carefully kept all the cheques in an old stocking, and——
Smith (in surprise). Do you wear stockings?
Jones When I bicycle. And as soon as the contributor comes forward——
Smith (stretching out his hand and grasping that of Jones). My dear boy, forgive me. You have been hasty, perhaps, but zealous. In any case, your honesty is above suspicion. Leave me now. I have much to think of. (Rests his head on his hands. Then, dreamily.) You have never seen your father; for thirty years I have not seen my wife.... Ah, Arabella!
Jones. Yes, sir. (Rings bell.)
Smith. She would split her infinitives.... We quarrelled.... She left me.... I have never seen her again.
Jones (excitedly). Did you say she split her infinitives?
Smith. Yes. That was what led to our separation. Why?
Jones. Nothing, only—it's very odd. I wonder——
Enter Boy.