Gunning.
What?
Parbury.
About the yachting?
Gunning.
Why, of course not. That’s your affair, my dear fellow.
Parbury.
[His hand on Gunning’s shoulder.] Mabel, dear, we’re going yachting for a few days. I think I want a little change.
Mrs. Parbury.
[Coming towards them, brightly.] Oh, what a good idea! When do we go? [Parbury and Gunning look at each other.] Are you coming, Mr. Gunning?