[Sitting down and stretching himself.] Now that we've got rid of our womankind let's make ourselves comfortable. [Taking a pipe out of his pocket.] I think I'll sample your baccy if you'll pass it along.
Basil.
[Handing him the jar.] I'm rather glad you stayed, John. I wanted to talk to you.
John.
Ha! ha!
[Basil pauses a moment, while John looks at
him with amusement. He fills his pipe.
John.
[Lighting his pipe.] Nice gal, Hilda—ain't she?
Basil.
[Enthusiastically.] Oh, I think she's perfectly charming.... But what makes you say that?