Vida. [Still indignant.] And you came here, to my house—in order to ask her—
Sir Wilfrid. [Truthful even on a subtle point.] Oh, but that's only my first reason for coming, you know.
Vida. [Concealing her hopes.] Well, now I am curious—what is the second?
Sir Wilfrid. [Simply.] Are you feelin' pretty robust?
Vida. I don't know!
Sir Wilfrid. [Crosses to the buffet.] Will you have something, and then I'll tell you!
Vida. [Gaily.] Can't I support the news without—
Sir Wilfrid. [Trying to explain his state of mind, a feat which he has never been able to accomplish.] Mrs. Phillimore, you see it's this way. Whenever you're lucky, you're too lucky. Now, Mrs. Karslake is a nipper and no mistake, but as I told you, the very same evenin' and house where I saw her—
[He attempts to take her hand.
Vida. [Gently rising and affecting a tender surprise.] What!