(He edges her towards the door.) Ah, well, be as quick as you can, dear. I'll wait down here for you.
MRS. WHEEDLES.
You—you will wait, Henery?
MR. BEN DIXON.
(Offended.) Gertrude!
MRS. WHEEDLES.
No—I didn't mean that, dear.
MR. BEN DIXON.
I know you didn't. I know you didn't (pushing her playfully out.) And, Gerty! (she stops) you haven't got the cherry coloured one still by you?—the one you used to look so saucy in?