[Impulsively laying her hand upon his arm.] Friend of twenty years! I will be quite candid with you. You are going to dine with us, to-morrow?
Lukyn.
Madam, I will repay your candour as it deserves. I am.
Agatha Posket.
My husband knows of your acquaintance with the circumstances of my first marriage. I know what men are. When the women leave the dinner-table, men become retrospective. Now, to-morrow night, over dessert, I beg you not to give my husband dates.
Lukyn.
Eh?
Agatha Posket.
Keep anything like dates from him.
Lukyn.