THE MAID. I beg your pardon, sir—
RIDGEON. Eh?
THE MAID. I beg pardon, sir. It’s not about the hotel. I’m not allowed to be on the terrace; and I should be discharged if I were seen speaking to you, unless you were kind enough to say you called me to ask whether the motor has come back from the station yet.
WALPOLE. Has it?
THE MAID. Yes, sir.
RIDGEON. Well, what do you want?
THE MAID. Would you mind, sir, giving me the address of the gentleman that was with you at dinner?
RIDGEON [sharply] Yes, of course I should mind very much. You have no right to ask.
THE MAID. Yes, sir, I know it looks like that. But what am I to do?
SIR PATRICK. Whats the matter with you?