Do, Mr. Cherry, do. (Glances out of window. Then turns and shakes his finger playfully at Adam Cherry.) Ah, you rogue—you rogue. I think I see what makes that garden so particularly pleasant just at this moment —Eh?
ADAM CHERRY.
(Chuckling.) Well, I——
MR. BEN DIXON.
(Pushes him towards windows.) Run along to her,
Mr. Cherry. Run along, I don't believe you are a day older than five-and-twenty.
ADAM CHERRY.
A little—little—I'm afraid.
MR. BEN DIXON.
Don't believe it. I don't believe it. (Cherry goes out, laughing. Ben Dixon watches him out, and then turns round again. He says nothing, but his face expresses his huge satisfaction.)