Tomp. Some of your own?
Dunn. Oh no! I married out of my own family circle into my wife’s—I got rid of one Griffin by changing it to a Dunn, and three other Griffins sprang up in its place. Takes it out of the Phenix, don’t it? (rings bell on table)
Mary enters R. C.; Dunn signs to her; she exits R. D.
Tomp. (crosses R.) Griffin! Griffin! Was that your wife’s maiden name?
Dunn. Yes! The Griffins of Brentford.
Tomp. (as if thinking, sitting on couch R.) Indeed! Unless I’m much mistaken, there was quite a scandal years ago about a Miss Griffin of Brentford, but that could not be your wife?
Dunn. No, but it might be Helen! And oh, if it were! Tompkins, if you could only find out for certain, and place me in possession of the facts——
Tomp. (on couch) I certainly can and will with pleasure. I think (bus.) she eloped with the coachman.
Enter Mary with trays, drinks, 3 glasses, Decanter, glass jug, with a little water in it, and exit R. C.
Dunn. Helen eloped! Eureka! I see the dawn of emancipation—Tompkins, do I look like a slave? (C.)