Sel. So it was! I withdraw my generous offer.
Mrs. S. (rapturously gazing at hat). And to think that hat has probably covered the head of the author of “Midnight Moans.”
Fred (aside to Selwyn). Do you know how many Tompkins’s there are in the directory? Two hundred and eighty-nine!
Sel. (taken aback). Two hundred and eighty-nine?
Mrs. S. Where does the poet Tompkins live!
Sel. (repeating mechanically). Two hundred and eighty-nine!
Mrs. S. Two hundred and eighty-nine—in what street?
Sel. Street—what street?
Mrs. S. Why the street where Mr. Tompkins lives!
Fred. Well, I don’t know exactly.