ETHEL. I wouldn’t do that. It is a very good joke, but perhaps she mightn’t see it.
CAPT. Perhaps not: wives are very dull. But he’s a rum fish. Everybody cuts his joke at him. Indeed, he’s got so laughed at that he’s started for Australia.
ETHEL. Do you say so?
CAPT. At Southampton now.
ETHEL. He’s at Southampton?
CAPT. So my friend says.
ETHEL. I’m afraid your friend is not to be implicitly relied upon, for Mr. Larkspur happens to be here.
CAPT. In Dumpington?
ETHEL. At this hotel.
CAPT. Then, that’s the man who’s flirting with my—that is, Miss Carruthers.