JESSIE (very quietly). But I don’t!
MRS. T. In that case, the sooner you get married the better!
JESSIE. Oh, you kindest, best of aunties! (kissing her).
MRS. T. Well, Jack, have you nothing to say to me?
JACK. Only this: that you can’t form the faintest idea what a trump you are!
MRS. T. (suddenly). But what about poor Mr. Chirper? He’ll be here presently.
JACK. Of course, the sooner we put Dicky’s pipe out the better.
MRS. T. I will speak to Dr. Jogtrot myself, and beg him to break the intelligence to his young friend.
JACK. Very well (seeing BLUNT, who crosses at back). Blunt, by Jove! (Exchanges a sign with BLUNT, who disappears.) Excuse me for a few minutes—I’ll be back directly (hurries up towards C., running against JOGTROT, who enters). Beg pardon. (Aside to him.) My aunt’s got a little bit of news for you that’ll rather astonish your upper works.