Horace. Do I? You are the first to say so to-night. I’ve heard nothing but the contrary opinion of late.
Tramp. Got a wife that nags, maybe?
Horace. Not exactly a wife. I’ve got no wife.
Tramp. Same as me again. I had a wife once, though. But she’s dead and gone. I had a little daughter, but I don’t know what become of her. What’s on here? A party?
Horace. Yes.
(Footman opens door and Aunt and Bella come out, followed by Dicey and Minnie.)
Tramp. Going away. Come on, let’s call a cab.
Horace. No good, they’ve got their own car.
Aunt. Oh, how thick the snow is.
Dicey. Don’t slip, Minnie.