Carve. Perhaps I was afraid of prejudicing you in advance.
[50]Janet. (Laughs.) Eh, Mr. Shawn! There's thousands of young gentlemen alive and kicking in London this minute that would give a great deal to be only half as good looking as you are. And so you're a bachelor?
Carve. Oh, quite.
Janet. Two bachelors, as you say, knocking about Europe together. (Carve laughs quietly but heartily to himself.) By the way, how is Mr. Carve? I hope he's better.
Carve. Mr. Carve?...(Suddenly stops laughing.) Oh! (Lamely, casually.) He's dead!
Janet. (Stocked.) Dead? When?
Carve. Early this morning.
Janet. (Rising.) And us chattering away like this. Why didn't you tell me at once, Mr. Shawn?
Carve. I forgot for the moment. I wasn't thinking——
Janet. Forgot?