Tuneless My idea is good; he's fallen into the trap. A weak little genius wrapped up in his business affairs—and stupid in everything else. One sees many like that. Now to prevent— But, if someone should undeceive him— (going, then stopping) Still, I have to go. (returning) Better stay. How to begin—
(Enter Mr. MacPherson and Mrs. MacPherson.)
Mrs. MacPherson
Ah, sir. Mr. Bramble is returned. What a misfortune!
MacPherson
He came post haste. That's the trouble.
Mrs. MacPherson
There's the trouble.
MacPherson
If his wife sees him, she'll know he's not dead.
Mrs. MacPherson
No more marriage.
MacPherson
No partying—no wedding.
Mrs. MacPherson
No drinking.
MacPherson
Nothing.