(Re-enter Ted. Ben Dixon hides paper under his coat.)
TED MORRIS.
No, I can't see them.
MR. BEN DIXON.
Oh, it's all right, my dear boy. I've found them, thanks. They were in my pocket all the time. So silly of me, wasn't it? (Laughs, and goes out, whistling.)
(Enter Primrose by window.)
PRIMROSE DEANE.
(Looking in) Business over?
TED MORRIS.
For the present—could it stay for a moment when pleasure in the person of Miss Deane presents herself? (Bows.)