Mr. Posket.
Oh, what a boy!
Agatha Posket.
[To herself.] When will that cab come?
Mr. Posket.
Ahem! My pet, the idea has struck me that, as you are going out, it would not be a bad notion for me to pop into my club.
Agatha Posket.
The club! You were there last night.
Mr. Posket.
I know, my darling. Many men look in at their clubs every night.