Mrs. Dale (laughing). You—
Ventnor. Wherever I go. (A longer pause. She looks at him fixedly.) I have them with me now.
Mrs. Dale (agitated). You—have them with you—now?
Ventnor (embarrassed). Why not? One never knows—
Mrs. Dale. Never knows—?
Ventnor (humorously). Gad—when the bank-examiner may come round. You forget I’m a married man.
Mrs. Dale. Ah—yes.
Ventnor (sits down beside her). I speak to you as I couldn’t to anyone else—without deserving a kicking. You know how it all came about. (A pause.) You’ll bear witness that it wasn’t till you denied me all hope—
Mrs. Dale (a little breathless). Yes, yes—
Ventnor. Till you sent me from you—