Rapkin.
Nor yet me—but he 'ave.
[He goes out, leaving door open.
Horace.
[Coming from bedroom, carrying a bulky and apparently heavy kit-bag.] I only wanted to tell you that I sha'n't be in to dinner to-night, Mrs. Rapkin.
[He sets the bag down on the table.
Mrs. Rapkin.
Goin' out of town, sir?
Horace.
No. Why? [Mrs. Rapkin indicates the bag.] Oh, this kit-bag? I'm lending it—to a friend of mine. Just going to see him off—[taking up the bag again and going to the door]—for a long holiday. I shall come in to dress. [To himself.] Fool I was to forget Pringle!