Nokes [to Mrs. C.N.]. Then you have found them here, ma'am. You're a fixture at "the Tamarisks" for life, if it so pleases you.
Mrs. C.N. You are most kind, sir, but I have a husband and one little child.
Nokes. Never mind that: he'll grow. There's room here for you and your husband and the little child, even if he does grow. Where are they? Show them up.
Mrs. C.N. runs to window and calls, "Charles, Charles."
Nokes [aside]. I think I've had quite as much champagne as is good for me; just enough; the golden mean.
Enter Charles with baby, which he holds at full stretch of his arms.
Nokes [indignantly]. You young scoundrel! How dare you show your face in this house?
Mrs. C.N. [interfering]. You sent for him, sir.
Nokes. I sent for nothing of the sort. I sent for your husband.
Mrs. C.N. That is my husband, sir, and our little child. You promised us an asylum for life under your roof; and I am certain you will keep your word.