Glad. More than once.
Fred. (sarcastically). Making a hobby of it? (Seriously.) Where?
Glad. In the street.
Fred, (genuinely shocked). You've been listening to a tub-thumper at street corners? I say, hang it, Gladys, there are things people don't do.
Glad. The first time was an accident.
Fred. The second was a crime.
Glad, (rising, and speaking enthusiastically). I went again because I admired the man. I liked to hear that ringing voice, to be one of that wild enthusiastic crowd bewitched by the spell of his personality. He saw me too. I stood at the back of the crowd, but he saw me and he spoke for me for me. Our eyes met, and I know he spoke for me alone.
Fred, (sitting and leaning back, fanning his face). Why didn't you warn me? I didn't know I was to meet my future brother-in-law to-night.
Glad. Don't be absurd, Freddie. (Sitting again.) It's because he's doing so well that father asked him here, and we've to keep him as long as possible.
Fred, (looking at watch). My ducats, oh, my ducats! Why?