"Looking for you."
"Nonsense!" She dropped her fork. "But you knew I had people in Ireland."
"I never knew exactly where."
"But what put you on the track of the music-halls?"
"Nothing. I never dreamed of looking for you there. I just went." Master Harold Lee Carter's phrase flashed back to her memory, "All the chaps go."
"But what about the Black Hole—I mean the works?"
"They go on," he said. "I just get the profits."
"And how about your Socialism?"
"You taught me the fallacy of it."
"I? Well, that's the cream of the joke."