WELLWYN. [Doubtfully.] No—no.
ANN. [After a long, severe look.] Will you have rum in your tea?
WELLWYN. [Crestfallen.] Yes, my dear—a good deal.
ANN. [Pouring out the rum, and handing him the glass.] Well, who was it?
WELLWYN. He didn't beg of me. [Losing himself in recollection.] Interesting old creature, Ann—real type. Old cabman.
ANN. Where?
WELLWYN. Just on the Embankment.
ANN. Of course! Daddy, you know the Embankment ones are always rotters.
WELLWYN. Yes, my dear; but this wasn't.
ANN. Did you give him your card?