Mary. About your head?
Welburn. No, hers—I mean about hers and mine together. That's the mistake—
Mary. But you're trying to remedy it, by separating then?
Welburn. Yes, but I have never succeeded. That's where the brains come in, you see. Each time I try to get away and hide from her, she gets me back again. Oh! if only I can pull it off this time.
[Welburn gets up, pulls his coat down, etc., and begins strolling up and down, his hands in his pockets while he thinks it out].
Mary. Take care you're not seen from outside. It's all right—they're still talking at the Rectory gate. They're both wondering evidently what to do next.
Welburn. I say, it's really awfully funny, isn't it?
[They both laugh].
Mary. I must say it is. But it'll take some doing, you know. What is your plan?
Welburn. A very simple one. I shall be left some time with you to look after me, and when that happens you will avert your eyes for a moment, and I shall open the door and walk out. That's always the best thing to do when you're shut up anywhere if it can be managed.