SIR HARRY. [Neatly.] Magnificent!
[There is a timid knock at the door.]
LADY SIMS. May I come in?
SIR HARRY. [Rather appealingly.] It is Lady Sims.
KATE. I won't tell. She is afraid to come into her husband's room without knocking!
SIR HARRY. She is not. [Uxoriously.] Come in, dearest.
[Dearest enters, carrying the sword. She might have had the sense not to bring it in while this annoying person is here.
LADY SIMS. [Thinking she has brought her welcome with her.] Harry, the sword has come.
SIR HARRY. [Who will dote on it presently.] Oh, all right.
LADY SIMS. But I thought you were so eager to practise with it.