[Thomas does not wait for further orders.
Philip. Sir, you are—impudent—!
Sir Wilfrid. [Interrupting.] Ah, you put it all in a nutshell, don't you?
Philip. To show your face here, after practically eloping with my wife!
Sir Wilfrid. [Affecting ignorance.] When were you married?
Philip. We are as good as married.
Sir Wilfrid. Oh, pooh, pooh! You can't tell me that grace before soup is as good as a dinner! [He takes out his cigar-case and, in the absence of a match, enjoys a smokeless smoke.
Philip. Sir—I—demand—
Sir Wilfrid. [Calmly carrying the situation.] Mrs. Karslake is not married. That's why I'm here. I am here for the same purpose you are; to ask Mrs. Karslake to be my wife.
Philip. Are you in your senses?