FANNY [laughs]. Oh, you poor fellow!
NEWTE. Caught the first train to Melton, and came on by cart. What’s the trouble?
FANNY. A good deal. Why didn’t you tell me what I was marrying?
NEWTE. I did. I told you that he was a gentleman; that he—
FANNY. Why didn’t you tell me that he was Lord Bantock? You knew, didn’t you?
NEWTE [begins to see worries ahead]. Can’t object to my putting a cigar in my mouth if I don’t light it—can he?
FANNY. Oh, light it—anything you like that will help you to get along.
NEWTE [bites the end off the cigar and puts it between his teeth. This helps him]. No, I didn’t know—not officially.
FANNY. What do you mean—“not officially”?
NEWTE. He never told me.