“Where’s Benji?”
“You perfectly well know. Staying with friends.”
“Where are you?”
She put her hand to her bosom. “Oh, beware me, Harry. Here.”
“For the night. Are you ever in the children’s home?”
“Are you?”
“That sophistry! I have my work!”
“I’ve mine.”
He smote his hand upon the mantelshelf by which he stood and turned and left the room.
Strike on!