Mr. B. Good-evening, good-evening, Professor. I've come over to get you——
Mr. T. (pushing forward a chair). Sit down, my friend.
Mr. B. (sitting down). Haven't time, really. I just want you to come over to inspect my new burglar alarm—my own invention—greatest device of the century——
Prof. G. (fidgeting about). If you'll excuse me, I'll join the ladies.
Mr. T. (smiling significantly). Certainly, certainly, Professor. [Exit Prof. G., l., with alacrity.
Mr. B. (laughing). Say, does he board over here?
Mr. T. (sitting down). No, that is—it's a state secret, Burnett, but you are like one of the family; Gates is going to marry Hilda.
Mr. B. (springing up in surprise). No?
Mr. T. Yes.