You're wrong, Pringle, quite wrong. I don't in the least expect to see Miss Futvoye here to-night. And I very much doubt if you will, either.
Pringle.
Do you? You wouldn't if you'd heard her parting words to me this afternoon. I said to her: "You won't forget?" Her answer was: "As if I could—after all you've done for us!"
Horace.
It—it's just possible that all of them may have forgotten an engagement which was made under—rather peculiar circumstances.
Pringle.
That's just why they're not likely to forget it. [Going to fireplace, and standing with his back to it.] They may be here at any moment!
Horace.
They may—but, if I were you, I shouldn't count on them.
Pringle.