O’WALKER. Fifty! there isn’t a house in Grosvenor Square that I shouldn’t like amazingly!
MRS. J. Now let’s talk seriously, if you please. Of course, when a man marries, he must expect to lay out a little money at starting.
O’WALKER. I perfectly agree with you, and what’s more, I don’t care how little.
MRS. J. In short, as the late lamented Jellicoe would have said, you must come down with the dibbs.
O’WALKER. (suddenly) Dibbs! (pulling out his watch and looking at it, then looking suddenly off at L.) There goes one!—here!—stop! stop!
Puts up his umbrella and runs out, L.—noise of voices in dispute outside as before.
O’WALKER. (without) Stop! Conductor!
MRS. J. Why what can be the matter with Mr. O’Walker?
FANNY. How very odd!
O’WALKER. (without) Will you allow me? Thank you!