MR. BEN DIXON.
Mr. Cherry, I do. I frankly admit it. Mrs. Wheedles is an excellent woman—a worthy woman, but—well, I put it to you, would you like to live with her—as a husband?
ADAM CHERRY.
Mr. Wheedles!
MR. BEN DIXON.
Don't be absurd, sir. How dare you misunderstand me? I mean am I to blame for not wanting to?
ADAM CHERRY.
We won't go into that question. I am with you so far as to think that she will be much better off without you, and I also admit that I have no wish to lodge an information against you on my own account—if we can come to terms.
MR. BEN DIXON.
Come to terms! What do you mean?