Benson. [Entering hurriedly and at once moving to Vida.] Ma'am, the new footman's been talking with Mr. Phillimore on the wire. [Vida, gesture of regret.] He told Mr. Phillimore that his lady was here, and, if I can believe my ears, ma'am, he's got Sir Wilfrid on the 'phone now!
Sir Wilfrid. [Making his appearance, perplexed and annoyed.] I say, y' know—extraordinary country; that old chap, Phillimore, he's been damned impertinent over the wire! Says I've run off with Mrs. Karslake—talks about "Louise!" Now, who the dooce is Louise? He's comin' round here, too—I said Mrs. Karslake wasn't here— [Seeing Cynthia.] Hello! Good job! What a liar I am!
Benson. [Coming to the door. To Vida.] Mr. Fiddler, ma'am, says the mare is gettin' very restive.
[John hears this and moves at once. Benson withdraws.
John. [To Vida.] If that mare's restive, she'll break out in a rash.
Vida. [To John.] Will you take me?
John. Of course. [They go to the door.
Cynthia. [To John.] Tata, old man! Meet you at the altar! If I don't, the mare's mine!
[Sir Wilfrid looks at her amazed.