Poor old Ben! (Goes out into garden.)
MR. BEN DIXON.
If this gets about I'm done for. What can I do? If it only weren't such a good likeness, or if there was only another member of the Vigilance Society something like me I might put it on to him.
(Mrs. Ben Dixon has entered. She has sat down, without noticing it, on the paper in arm-chair.)
I do hope Belinda won't—— (Turns round and sees Mrs. Ben Dixon.)
MRS. BEN DIXON.
I want a business chat with you, Ben.
MR. BEN DIXON.
Where's that paper? (Looks frantically about for the paper.)