Mabel.
He went to Putney after luncheon to see your friend Mr. Kent. Have you seen him lately?
Hilda.
John? I saw him at the Martins yesterday.
Mabel.
[Slyly.] I meant Mr. Kent.
Hilda.
[Indifferently.] Yes. He called the other day. [To change the conversation.] You're unusually silent, Mr. Brackley.
Brackley.
[Smiling.] I have nothing whatever to say.