MR. BEN DIXON.
My dear Cherry, I've only just ten minutes. Is the lady here?
ADAM CHERRY.
Oh, yes, but—but I'm afraid she'll want to talk to you for more than ten minutes.
MR. BEN DIXON.
(Makes a clicking noise with his tongue.) I'm really afraid I cannot spare her any more. I must catch the afternoon mail from Charing Cross.
ADAM CHERRY.
(Quickly.) Going abroad?
MR. BEN DIXON.
Yes, Mr. Cherry.