AUNT HANNAH. Yes, that was when I came up from Exeter. I was coming on to see him then when I was injured in the ’bus, and they took me straight away to the hospital.
URSULA. You don’t say!
AUNT HANNAH (tapping walking-stick on floor). But I do say. But I sent him a telegram saying I was coming to-day.
URSULA (pointing to table). Telegram.
AUNT HANNAH. Oh yes. Oh yes! Unopened?
URSULA. Come h’after the master left.
AUNT HANNAH. Oh dear! What a pity! But he’ll be home shortly, I suppose, or doesn’t he keep good respectable hours?
URSULA. Nothing to find fault with.
AUNT HANNAH. Has he any—er—lady friends?
URSULA. H’only one—h’Ag—er—ness.