Armitage.
Thanks, yes—callous; and, dearly fond as I am of my daughter, I think I have a right to ask how long you intend leaving your wife on my hands.
Gunning.
Perfectly reasonable—perfectly——
Parbury.
Shut up, George! [He goes to Armitage.] My dear old friend——
Armitage.
[Interrupting.] Hear me out, please. My dear daughter is, of course, always more than welcome to my home, but I trust you will not misunderstand me when I say that I require notice. Since I regained my liberty—I mean, since the death of your wife’s dear mother, I’ve drifted into my own—er—little ways. This affair has deranged my plans. Without being indiscreet, I may tell you that I’ve had to send telegrams.
Gunning.
Deuced hard lines!