Horace.
[With some constraint, but trying to seem at his ease.] Yes, it's me all right. There's no mistake. Most awfully glad to see you!
Mrs. Futvoye.
Dear me! [Coming towards Horace.] I really didn't recognise you for the moment.
Professor Futvoye.
[Snappishly.] I don't know who would!
Horace.
Oh, ah—you mean in these things. I—I must apologise for not dressing, Mrs. Futvoye, but the fact is, I—I found myself like this, and I hadn't time to put on anything else.
Professor Futvoye.
[Crossing to Horace.] Any apologies for the simplicity of your costume are quite unnecessary.