MRS. MICKLEHAM. ‘No,’ icily. ‘We have been waiting this half hour. They are at the theatre again.’
THE HAGGERTY WOMAN. ‘You tell me! I just popped in with an insignificant present for him, as his leave is up.’
MRS. TWYMLEY. ‘The same errand brought us.’
THE HAGGERTY WOMAN. ‘My present is cigarettes.’
They have no intention of telling her what their presents are, but the secret leaps from them.
MRS. MICKLEHAM. ‘So is mine.’
MRS. TWYMLEY. ‘Mine too.’
Triumph of the Haggerty Woman. But it is short-lived.
MRS. MICKLEHAM. ‘Mine has gold tips.’
MRS. TWYMLEY. ‘So has mine.’