Mrs. Toovey (fixing Charles with her eye). What is this I hear of your proceedings last Saturday night, Charles? Come, you can't deceive me, you know!
Charles. I never made any secret about my proceedings. I told Uncle we might probably drop into the Eldorado or somewhere after dinner.
Mrs. Toov. (to herself, in consternation). The Eldorado? they did go there then! If only they didn't see me! (Aloud.) Yes, Charles, go on. And while you were there, did you see anyone you—you thought you recognised?
Charles (to himself). She's heard! (Aloud.) I should rather think I did, Aunt. Never was more surprised in my life.
Mrs. Toov. (with a groan). And—and was your Uncle surprised, too, Charles?
Charles. Uncle? I haven't told him yet.
Mrs. Toov. But he was there, Charles, with you; he must have seen—whatever you did! Or didn't he?
Charles. At the Valhalla? my dear Aunt!
Mrs. Toov. Who's talking about a Valhalla? I mean the Eldorado, of course; that was where you said you went!
Charles. No—no, we couldn't get in at the El.; all the stalls gone, so we went to the Val. instead. Just the same sort of thing.