(Knock heard at door, which Mrs. Wheedles has left open.)
ADAM CHERRY.
(Looking in.) Can I come in?
MRS. WHEEDLES.
It's Mr. Cherry, my dear.
NELLY MORRIS.
Oh yes, come in, Mr. Cherry.
(Enter Cherry. He is a dapper little man of about fifty-five, but dresses, and tries to look younger. He carries a book in his hand which he seems anxious to keep out of sight.)
ADAM CHERRY.
Ah, Mrs. Wheedles, you here?