MRS. BEN DIXON.
That was very clever of you, Adam. I never thought of that. You're a good sort, Cherry.
(Enter Mrs. Wheedles, dressed somewhat extravagantly. She comes in eagerly, then pauses at door and looks round. Her heart sinks.)
MRS. WHEEDLES.
Where's——
ADAM CHERRY.
Gone, Mrs Wheedles. It was only a dodge to get you out of the room that he might bolt. Don't think any more about him.
(Mrs. Wheedles sinks into a chair. )
MRS. BEN DIXON.
Believe me, Mrs. Wheedles, it was the kindest thing he could do for you. We are both well rid of him.