LARK. (making a grimace) Not for the world!
Enter DAVID, L.
DAVID. (in a flurried manner) Oh please, ma’am, a policeman has just rang at our bell——
MRS. L. A policeman?
DAVID. Yes, ma’am; seeing we hadn’t gone to bed, he called to say that as he was going over Primrose Hill, about a quarter of an hour ago (LARKINGS pricks up his ears) he picked up this card case, ma’am! (LARKINGS hastily fumbles in all his pockets)
LARK. (aside) Mine, by Jupiter!
DAVID. So he opens it, ma’am, and—(to LARKINGS who is making violent signs to him to hold his tongue) What’s the matter, sir? (MRS. LARKINGS turns towards LARKINGS, who again tries to get up a whistle)
MRS. L. But why bring it to our home?
DAVID. Because it’s Mr. Larkings’s card case, ma’am!
MRS. L. (to LARKINGS, suspiciously) So you’ve been to Primrose Hill, it seems?