THE MAID. Nothing, sir. I want the address: thats all.
B. B. You mean the young gentleman?
THE MAID. Yes, sir: that went to catch the train with the woman he brought with him.
RIDGEON. The woman! Do you mean the lady who dined here? the gentleman’s wife?
THE MAID. Dont believe them, sir. She cant be his wife. I’m his wife.
B. B. {[in amazed remonstrance] My good girl!
RIDGEON {You his wife!
WALPOLE {What! whats that? Oh, this is getting perfectly fascinating, Ridgeon.
THE MAID. I could run upstairs and get you my marriage lines in a minute, sir, if you doubt my word. He’s Mr Louis Dubedat, isnt he?
RIDGEON. Yes.