[Flippantly.] Put him under a glass case.
Catherine.
You may find him awkward to deal with. Take care.
George Winter.
I shall. But I’ve looked for him so long that I can’t help thinking he doesn’t move in my set.... Now and then I’ve thought I’d really got him. But while I was scratching my head and wondering how the deuce I was going to manage, I’ve seen an itching palm steal softly out, and I knew it wasn’t the tenth man after all.
The Butler comes in.
Thompson.
[To George Winter.] Mr. Bennett would like to speak to you, sir.
George Winter.
Is he on the telephone?