What's the matter? Lost anything?
MR. BEN DIXON.
No, oh no, my dear, nothing at all. (Aside.) Did he take it with him—or is she sitting on it?
MRS. BEN DIXON.
I want something settled about Ted and Nelly.
MR. BEN DIXON.
Certainly, my dear, certainly. Won't you sit over here, my dear? That chair looks so uncomfortable.
MRS. BEN DIXON.
The chair's all right. It's you who seem to be uncomfortable. (Looks round and sees him leaning over the back of the chair looking down into it.) What is it? Am I sitting on anything? (About to rise.)