MR. BEN DIXON.
(He hastily slips watch out of sight.) Leave you! Not now that I have you once again. (Squeezes her to him tenderly—then with joyful playfulness.) And I'll tell you what we'll do, Gerty, to celebrate this joyful reunion. We'll have one of our dear little old evenings out together—do you remember them? The little dinner at the little restaurant with the little bottle of wine, and the Adelphi afterwards. (Mrs. Wheedles answers with a look and a coy laugh.) Run and put your bonnet on and we'll trot off together this very minute and get away from them all.
MRS. WHEEDLES.
I must just change my dress, Henery.
MR. BEN DIXON.
Of course, of course you must, you long will it?
But it won't take
MRS. WHEEDLES.
Not more than ten minutes.