MRS. WHEEDLES.
Ah, she could never really have loved him, Mr. Cherry. (Wipes away a tear.)
ADAM CHERRY.
I'm inclined to agree with you there, Mrs. Wheedles. (He crosses to window, looking at his watch.) I wish she'd come.
MRS. WHEEDLES.
(Crying.) Such a good man as he was—before he went wrong. (Bell heard.) She starts up. Oh Lord, that's him, I feel it in my bones.
ADAM CHERRY.
(Looking out of window.) Your bones have misled you, Mrs. Wheedles. It's Mr. Travers, and—(looking out further), no, it isn't big enough for Mrs. Ben Dixon.
MRS. WHEEDLES.
Oh dear, it gave me quite a spasm. I wish I didn't feel in such a fluster.