Cayley.
It’s quite shocking, Aubrey, that you should have been married nearly a year, and that I should not yet have had the pleasure of making Mrs. Tanqueray’s acquaintance. I am dying to know her.
Aubrey.
My fault, my dear Cayley.
Cayley.
Entirely. Your weddings are always so furtive.
[Pokes the fire resolutely, in the hope of producing something approaching a cheerful blaze.
Aubrey.
Well, you’ll see her to-night. I hoped she would be able to dine at home, but she had promised to address a Temperance meeting in the village. [Cayley looks dubious.] However, she’ll be back at ten. Meanwhile, you’ll have to be contented with a bachelor dinner.