Mary. What?
Welburn. Oh, this time you think I'm mad, don't you?
Mary. Well, something like it.
Welburn. Not in the least. I'm as sane as you are. Listen, I must have a confederate to get me out of this hole.
Mary. What hole?
Welburn. Why, my disappearing from my home, jumping from an aeroplane, and tumbling into your garden.
Mary. Your home! But I thought you had forgotten it!
Welburn. Nothing of the kind.
Mary. Not lost your memory?
Welburn. Of course not. That was only to put you off the scent.