Basil.
[Flushing.] I'm going to marry Miss Jenny Bush.
John.
Never heard of her. Is it any one I know?
Basil.
Yes, you knew her.
John.
[Searching his memory.] Bush ... Bush.... [With a smile.] The only Jenny Bush I've ever heard of was a rather pretty little barmaid in Fleet Street. Presumably you're not going to marry her.
[John has said this quite lightly, not guessing for a moment that it can have anything to do with the person Basil proposes to marry. Then, since Basil makes no answer, John looks at him sharply: there is a silence while the two men stare at one another.
John.