John.
H'm! I've made rather more than an average ass of myself, haven't I?
Basil.
What on earth made you think...?
John.
[Interrupting.] Oh, it was only some stupid idea of my wife's. Women are such fools, you know. And they think they're so confoundedly sharp.
Basil.
[Disconcerted—looking at him.] Has Mrs. Murray...?
John.
No, of course not! Well, who the deuce are you going to marry?