Ablett.
[Going out, blind with mirth.] Ha, ha, ha! ho, ho!
[He collides with Mrs. Telfer, who is entering at this moment. Mrs. Telfer is a tall, massive lady of middle age—a faded queen of tragedy.]
Ablett.
[As he disappears.] I'm sure I beg your pardon, Mrs. Telfer, ma'am.
Mrs. Telfer.
Violent fellow! [Advancing to Imogen and kissing her solemnly.] How is it with you, Jenny Parrott?
Imogen.
Thank you, Mrs. Telfer, as well as can be. And you?