Pilcher. Good-bye, Mr. Barron.
Pilcher. You might be inclined to risk a sovereign on yourself for the Blanket Club?
Matt. I daren't. I can't trust my gray matter—I should make a dreadful fiasco.
[Criddle appears at door.
Pilcher. Mrs. Telfer, I leave him in your hands.
[Exit Pilcher. Criddle closes the door after him.
Matt. Dolly, I don't mind having that new Parisian hat on with you.
Dolly. Done! I don't mind how much I punish you.
Prof. [Taking out his watch.] Half past three, my dear.