The beast!
BLACKMORE
By Jove, and isn't he a weight! He's getting fat, must be—
MRS. HOLROYD
He's big made—he has a big frame.
BLACKMORE
Whatever he is, it took me all my time to get him home. I thought I'd better keep an eye on him. I knew you'd be worrying. So I sat in the smoke room and waited for him. Though it's a dirty hole—and dull as hell.
MRS. HOLROYD
Why did you bother?
BLACKMORE