[Weeping.] That’s the worst of it, I can’t.
Mr. Posket.
[To Agatha Posket.] My darling, you will be delighted. A note from Colonel Lukyn.
Agatha Posket.
Lukyn—Lukyn? I seem to know the name.
Mr. Posket.
An old schoolfellow of mine who went to India many years ago. He has just come home. I met him at the club last night and asked him to name an evening to dine with us. He accepts for to-morrow.
Agatha Posket.
Lukyn, Lukyn?
Mr. Posket.