TENNANT. [nervously.] I—I’m going to leave you, Mrs. Wilson.
LILY. To leave us? [With enlightenment.] You’re going to be married!
TENNANT. Good Heavens, no! Not that!
CHAR. Whatever made you think of that?
LILY. What else could he do?
TENNANT. I’m going abroad.
Going over to garden door.
CHAR. He’s going to seek his fortune. Lucky dog!
LILY. Have you got a good appointment, Mr. Tennant?
TENNANT. No, nothing. I’m going on the chance.