BETTY. "I'll deal with you presently! Wait till I've finished with him!"
WALTER. "Into the street!" At least, they do usually say "into the night!"
HECTOR. [Rubbing his eyes and panting for breath.] Oh, you pair of blackguards! Too bad—no, really too bad! It was! I fell in, I did! Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, what a nightmare! But it wasn't right, really it wasn't—no really! My Lord, how I floundered—head and shoulders— swallowed it all! Comes of reading that muck every day—never stopped to think! I didn't! Walter, old chap! [He holds out his hand.] Betty! My poor Betty! [He draws her towards him.] The things I said to you!
BETTY. [Carelessly eluding the caress.] At least admit that you're rather hard on the playwriting people!
HECTOR. [Getting up and shaking himself.] Oh, they be blowed! Well, you have had a game with me! [He shakes himself again.] Brrrrr! Oh, my Lord! What I went through!
BETTY. It was a lark! you should have seen yourself! Your eyes starting out of your head! You looked like a murderer!
HECTOR. By Jove, and I felt it! For two pins I'd have—
BETTY. And Mary Gillingham! That's the funniest part! That you could have thought he was engaged—to her!
[Involuntarily the smile dies away on WALTER'S face; he turns and stares at her; she goes on calmly.
BETTY. When she happens to be the one girl in this world he can't stand!