MRS DUBEDAT. Oh yes. Why?
RIDGEON. I’ll tell you. I am inviting all my old friends to a dinner to celebrate my knighthood—youve seen about it in the papers, havnt you?
MRS DUBEDAT. Yes, oh yes. That was how I found out about you.
RIDGEON. It will be a doctors’ dinner; and it was to have been a bachelors’ dinner. I’m a bachelor. Now if you will entertain for me, and bring your husband, he will meet me; and he will meet some of the most eminent men in my profession: Sir Patrick Cullen, Sir Ralph Bloomfield Bonington, Cutler Walpole, and others. I can put the case to them; and your husband will have to stand or fall by what we think of him. Will you come?
MRS DUBEDAT. Yes, of course I will come. Oh, thank you, thank you. And may I bring some of his drawings—the really good ones?
RIDGEON. Yes. I will let you know the date in the course of to-morrow. Leave me your address.
MRS DUBEDAT. Thank you again and again. You have made me so happy: I know you will admire him and like him. This is my address. [She gives him her card].
RIDGEON. Thank you. [He rings].
MRS DUBEDAT [embarrassed] May I—is there—should I—I mean—[she blushes and stops in confusion].
RIDGEON. Whats the matter?