"Yes—I don't wonder you're surprised. Guess whom to."
"Are you sure—quite sure?"
"Yes, of course. I had it from his father. Guess whom to."
"I can't ... I—I can't believe it."
"Yes, it's no end of a joke, isn't it? You'd never think a woman would be fool enough to have him, when you can get the genuine article from any organ-grinder. But stop laughing, Janey, and guess who it is."
"I—I can't.... Did you really hear it from his father?... It can't be true. Quentin's in London."
"He's been there for the last three months, but he came home on Wednesday."
"Wednesday——"
"Yes—why not? But you haven't guessed who the girl is yet."
"I can't guess ... tell me, Len."