[To Gunning.] Lovely, isn’t it?
Gunning.
[Gruffly.] Yes, it’s all right.
Parbury.
What’s the matter? Cross?
Gunning.
Not at all. But, really, you married men are very tiresome.
Parbury.
Oh, I see—wanted a rose yourself. Shall I call Miss Woodward back and ask for you?
Gunning.