[Confidentially.] While the piano was going on just now, he told me one of the most humorous stories I’ve ever heard. [Laughing heartily and panting, then taking another jujube.] Ha, ha, bless me, I don’t know when I have taken so many jujubes!
Mr. Posket.
My dear Bullamy, my entire marriage is the greatest possible success. A little romantic, too. [Pointing to Agatha Posket.] Beautiful woman!
Mr. Bullamy.
Very, very. I never committed a more stylish, elegant creature.
Mr. Posket.
Thank you, Bullamy—we met abroad, at Spa, when I was on my holiday.
Wyke enters with tea-tray, which he hands round.
Mr. Bullamy.
I shall go there next year.