Matthew. [Ready to be outraged.] Women!
Sir Wilfrid. It's divorce. Now, the lady on the sofa—
Matthew. Was my brother's wife; he divorced her—incompatibility—Rhode Island. The lady at the tea-table was Mr. Karslake's wife; she divorced him—desertion—Sioux Falls. One moment—she is about to marry my brother.
Sir Wilfrid. [Cheerful again.] I'm out! Thought I never would be! Thanks! [Vida laughs.
Vida. [Not a whit discountenanced and ready to please.] Have you got me straightened out yet?
Sir Wilfrid. Straight as a die! I say, you had lots of fun, didn't you? [Returning to his position by the sofa.] And so she's Mrs. John Karslake?
Vida. [Calm, but secretly disappointed.] Do you like her?
Sir Wilfrid. My word!
Vida. [Fully expecting personal flattery.] Eh?
Sir Wilfrid. She's a box o' ginger!