ADAM CHERRY.
Oh, much the same. She's still sure he's the man.
MRS. BEN DIXON.
I hope to goodness she's right. We shall look silly, you know, Cherry, if he isn't.
ADAM CHERRY.
And he will look silly if he is. (Enter Mrs. Wheedles. She is nervous but tries to be confident and to behave, as she would term it, "as a lady") Oh here you are, Mrs. Wheedles. This is Mrs.—— (pauses—awkwardly.)
MRS. BEN DIXON.
Well, we're not sure who I am at present. That's just what I've come to find out. I suppose there'll be no doubt about your knowing this beauty if he is the man?
MRS. WHEEDLES.
(Stiffly.) I think not, madam. I was his wife for ten years.