Basil.
[With a smile.] How the deuce d'you know?
John.
[Gaily.] Saw it with mine own eyes. I congratulate you, and I give you my blessing. I'll get a new frock-coat to give the lady away in.
Basil.
You?... [Suddenly understanding.] You're on the wrong tack, old man. It's not your sister-in-law I'm going to marry.
John.
Then why the dickens did you say it was?
Basil.
I never mentioned her name.