TIMBRELL. Well, well. How are you, Pendleton? Mrs. Pendleton, draw up to the fire. These young people are not here yet. Leonard never took much account of time. It’s very good of you to have come.
PENDLETON. Very happy indeed, I’m sure.
TIMBRELL. You see, Mrs. Pendleton, we thought—I’m sure you’ll understand—Christmas Eve, you know—and you and Pendleton such old friends. Of course we might have had just the family but they’ll take it as a bit of a compliment to meet you. You know how it is—I needn’t explain—They haven’t been here yet. You’ll quite understand.
MRS. PENDLETON. Don’t say any more about it, Mr. Timbrell. I’m sure you’re behaving very well and we’re very glad—very glad.
TIMBRELL. Yes, and do you know, I believe the marriage is not going to turn out so badly after all. She’ll make a man of him. I was very firm about it. However, we won’t go into that now.
MRS. TIMBRELL. Do you know my daughter-in-law, Mrs. Pendleton?
MRS. PENDLETON. [Turning to SHEILA.] Oh, yes, I’ve had the pleasure—
MRS. TIMBRELL. I didn’t mean Sheila; I meant Mary—Mrs. Leonard.
MRS. PENDLETON. Oh! well—know her? I—that is—