Of this awkward affair between you and the Allinghams——
Fraser.
[Impatiently.] There is now no question between me and the Allinghams——
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
[Rising.] My dear Locheen! A lady deliberately stations herself in that room, with the cognizance and approval of her husband, to listen to——
Fraser.
I wish to forget all that occurred last night. It is done with.
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
Pardon me; it cannot be done with: it ought not to be done with, without the most complete apology—I will not, for reasons you will presently appreciate, hint from which side. [Going to Fraser, button-holing him.] Do you know what has suggested itself to me, Fraser?
Fraser.