Campbell: "Oh no! You can't say that! It only rains that way. I was going to say it myself, but I stopped in time."
Mrs. Somers, standing before the window with clasped hands: "No matter! There will simply be nobody but bores. They come in any sort of weather."
Campbell: "Thank you, Mrs. Somers. I'm glad I ventured out."
Mrs. Somers, turning about: "What?" Then realizing the situation: "Oh, poor Mr. Campbell!"
Campbell: "Oh, don't mind me! I can stand it if you can. I belong to a sex, thank you, that doesn't pretend to have any tact. I would just as soon tell a man he was a bore as not. But I thought it might worry a lady, perhaps."
Mrs. Somers: "Worry? I'm simply aghast at it. Did you ever hear of anything worse?"
Campbell: "Well, not much worse."
Mrs. Somers: "What can I do to make you forget it?"
Campbell: "I can't think of anything. It seems to me that I shall always remember it as the most fortunate speech a lady ever made to me—and they have said some flattering things to me in my time."
Mrs. Somers: "Oh, don't be entirely heartless. Wouldn't a cup of tea blot it out? With a Peak & Frean?" She advances beseechingly upon him. "Come, I will give you a cup at once."