Mrs. S. You don’t know! Then how could you be going to take it back?
Fred (aside to Selwyn). What shall I say?
Dibbs (aside). They want me again! (Aloud.) Oh! ma’am, Mr. Bellamy was going to take it to the club—Mr. Tompkins’s address is sure to be known there!
(Exit, R. U. E.
Mrs. S. I see! If at the same time, Mr. Bellamy, you could inquire if it was the talented Tompkins who wrote the “Frozen Tear,” I should be obliged.
Sel. (impatiently). Yes! yes, but we must not keep Frederick! Remember the gentleman is hatless all this while. Do be off, Bellamy, my boy!
Fred (aside). I suppose I must, but if ever I save anybody’s life again, may I be——
Sel. Don’t dawdle, dear boy—don’t dawdle!
(Exit Fred, hurried off by Selwyn, door in flat.
Grace. Now, ma, I hope you will speak——