"He's a young playwright. He hasn't had anything produced yet, but he's extremely clever, and I do so want him to have the chance."
"Jarvis Jocelyn! Seems as though I had heard that name. Oh, your name is Jocelyn," he added. "Is this a relative?"
"Sort of—husband."
"Husband? So you're married?" in surprise.
"Yes. If you don't mind, I think I'll have to tell you some personal history."
"Go ahead. I wish I could think where I had heard that fellow's name."
"He submitted a play to you, called 'Success.' "
"What—the cab-driver? You mean to say you're married to the cab-driver?"
"Cab-driver?"
"The 'Success' fellow came in here, in a long coat and a top hat. Said he was driving a hansom to help a friend and incidentally turn a penny himself. Big, handsome, blond fellow. I remember, I liked him."