Dickie!
Dickie.
I beg your pardon, I didn’t mean that.
Mrs. Fergusson.
Why on earth did you invent that cock-and-bull story about Mrs. Mack?
Dickie.
I didn’t. It invented itself. I was obliged to account for my movements.
Mrs. Fergusson.
D’you mean to say your wife asks you where you’ve been and where you’re going? How like a woman. [Innocently.] By the way, what are you doing this evening?
Dickie.