(At open door.) Yes, I have, Henery. I've never worn it since the day you left me.
MR. BEN DIXON.
Put that one on, will you? Eh? (They both laugh playfully and he pats her cheek and she goes off—he watches her off then closes the door.) Poor old soul! (Looks at watch and collects his bag, umbrella, hat, etc.) Now if that fool of a cab isn't gone I can just—— (He has his hat on and with his watch in his hand is opening door when—Enter Cherry, who stands blocking his exit.)
Can't stop a minute, my dear Cherry; so sorry. Good-bye! (Tries to pass.)
ADAM CHERRY.
(Coming in and closing door.) Don't you say goodbye till you're clear off. You've got to have a chat with me first.
MR. BEN DIXON.
My dear sir, I positively decline. I am not at all pleased with you; I consider you have acted in a most unchristianlike manner. I am disappointed in you, Mr. Cherry. More disappointed that I can say.
ADAM CHERRY.
Then don't say it. The less you say, the sooner you'll get off, and I take it you want to get clear off before Mrs. Wheedles comes downstairs again.