[Interrupting, with a twinkle in his eye.] And a maid. It’s always a little unsafe to trust maids, especially Scotch maids with strongly religious principles.
Catherine.
What have you been doing?
George Winter.
[Taking a paper out of his pocket.] Here is another interesting little document that I’ve been at some pains to acquire. Being, alas! aware that the wife of my bosom might—turn troublesome one day or another, I thought it safe to have a weapon in my hand for future use. It is a list of the hotels at which you stayed. Shall I read it to you?
Catherine.
George Winter.
[Hugely amused.] At Milan you stayed at the Palace, and Robert Colby at the Cavour.
Catherine.