Let me tell you the truth.
THEODORE TRAVERS.
Don't you waste time, Ben, I know it. You set to work and invent a plausible lie before the mater finds out about it.
MR. BEN DIXON.
No, no, my dear boy. You must hear me. It—it was this way. It was the last day we were in town. I started to go to Exeter Hall.
THEODORE TRAVERS.
Yes—many do.
MR. BEN DIXON
But passing the Aquarium, it—it occurred to me——