JACK (as he enters hurriedly). Can’t find him anywhere. (Seeing JOGTROT.) So, so! he’s stolen a march on me. (Aside to MRS. TARLETAN.) Aunty, I suspect our serious friend here has been giving you his version of a certain little trumpery affair that—that—
MRS. T. (coldly). He has!
JACK. Well, I confess I was just a trifle hasty! One of my little pets, you know; but if you only knew the provocation—
MRS. T. (satirically). We do know the provocation!
JESSIE (imitating MRS. TARLETAN’S tone). Yes, we do know the provocation!
MRS. T. Come with me, doctor! We must have a little conversation—serious conversation!
JOGTROT. At your service, my dear madam. (Aside.) I wonder how our gallant friend feels now!
[Exit at C. with MRS. TARLETAN, JACK staring after them bewildered.
JACK. Jessie!