[Looking at his watch.] I hope Wynne will look sharp. I don’t want to miss that train.
Dorothy.
Who were all those stodgy old things who wrung your hand afterwards, Jim?
Wickham.
I can’t think. They made me feel such a fool.
Dorothy.
Oh, was that it? I saw you looking a perfect owl, and I thought you were giving a very bad imitation of restrained emotion.
Wickham.
[Remonstrating.] Dorothy.
Norah.