John.
I thought it might have slipped your memory that Basil was married about a year ago.
Hilda.
[Freezing.] What on earth d'you mean? [Calling] Mabel.
John.
One moment.... You can give me a little conversation, can't you?
Hilda.
I'm afraid you're going to bore me.
John.
[Good-humouredly.] I assure you I'm not.... Isn't Basil here rather often?