MRS. WHEEDLES.
(Calling after her.) Hussy!
MR. BEN DIXON.
(Soothing her.) Don't take any notice of her, dearest; she's a little excited, that's all.
MRS. WHEEDLES.
(Clinging to him.) I feel so upset, Henery (crying).
MR. BEN DIXON.
Of course you do. You're not strong, Gertrude. We must take more care of you. (Puts his arm round her while slyly looking at his watch.)
MRS. WHEEDLES.
(Looking up lovingly at him!) You won't leave me again?