Sel. Yes, my dear. (Aside; vexed.) He’s given me the toothache now! I’ll give him something presently! (Aloud.) Ah, and how is your aunt, dear aunt Betty? Is the gout in her foot better?
Mrs. S. Gout! You mean her asthma!
Sel. Gout—asthma! Asthma—gout, just the same, it’s only a detail! All through my indigestion; it affects my memory. Had it awful!
Mrs. S. Oh! I am so sorry, dear! You are looking queer! Can we do anything, for you?
Sel. Yes, no, it’s the weather—so hot, you know.
Mrs. S. Hot! I thought it chilly!
Sel. Ah! It may have been chilly where you were, it’s been warm here. In fact, yesterday was the warmest day I remember!
Grace (aside to Mrs. Selwyn). Don’t forget to tell him all about Corney!
Mrs. S. (aside to Grace). Presently, child.
Grace. He may be here at any moment, you know! (Grace up C. at window.)