Trotter. What?
Miss Godesby. You warned us not to let you forget your engagement!
Trotter. What engagement?
Miss Sillerton. How do we know! we only know you said you had to go!
Trotter. Never said so! Oh! [As it dawns upon him.] Oh, yes! of course. [He rises.] Very sorry—must be off. Only dropped in—er—that is, came in to express my respectful sympathy.
[Shaking hands with Mrs. Hunter.
Mrs. Hunter. [Who rises.] I hope you will come and see us again.
Clara. Do! It'll be a godsend! We'll be dull as ditchwater here this winter!
Trotter. I shall be delighted to call again. Good-by. [He bows to Clara. In his embarrassment he starts to shake hands all over again, but, realizing his mistake, laughs nervously.] Oh, I have already.
Miss Sillerton. Good-by, Trotter.