I don’t understand.
Dickie.
Don’t you? It’s very simple. It’s a matter of no importance. She’s glad that I’ve been amused. If she only knew how much amusement I’ve got out of it! She looks upon it in the light of a—of a change of air.
Mrs. Fergusson.
[Furiously.] Oh! Oh! Oh! A fortnight’s golf at the seaside, I suppose.
Dickie.
Something like that.
Mrs. Fergusson.
I’d sooner she divorced you.
Dickie.