[ Witheringly.] Hah!
QUECKETT.
Those vexing pupils played the very devil with me. After you left, the pupils, as it were, dilated.
MISS DYOTT.
Yes, and you ordered them champagne glasses, I suppose! Oh, deceiver!
QUECKETT.
You talk of deception! What about the three o'clock train from Paddington?
MISS DYOTT.
It was the whole truth—there was one.