“Most frightfully decent of you to put it that way,” said Mr. Delancey.
William regarded Jane sternly.
“I knew you were going to be here at four o’clock,” he said. “I overheard you making the assignation on the telephone.”
“Oh, William!”
“Woman,” said William, “where is your paramour?”
“Really, really,” said Mr. Delancey, deprecatingly.
“Keep it clean,” urged Mr. Brown.
“Your partner in sin, where is he? I am going to take him and tear him into little bits and stuff him down his throat and make him swallow himself.”
“Fair enough,” said Mr. Brown.
“Perfectly in order,” said Mr. Delancey.