Mr. G. Powers, I’ll leave it to you. I simply can’t see Mr. Welby again. This is the fifth time we have turned him down.
P. Miss Bodman has mailed him a letter, and—by the way, where did you send that letter?
Miss B. Why to the Fifth Avenue hotel of course.
P. Oh, reckless young woman! now you have done it. He’ll get that letter and be back here in fifteen minutes, wanting reasons. The letter should have gone to Mount Despair, Illinois.
Miss B. You mean Mount Hope.
P. Yes, of course. Why didn’t you send it to Mount Hope?
Miss B. Because you gave me his card with Fifth Avenue Hotel address.
Mr. G. We’ll have the bookkeeper take him to lunch.
Miss B. Robinson refuses. Says he is already dying of indigestion.