MRS. DE MULLIN
(pricking up her ears suspiciously at this.)
I didn’t know you had met my daughter before, Mr. Bulstead.
BERTHA
Nor did I. They met down at Weymouth quite by chance eight or nine years ago.
MRS. DE MULLIN
(gravely)
Indeed?
MONTY
Yes... I say, Bertha, excuse my interrupting you. but we really must be off now if we’re not to be late.