Roberts: “Yes. He keeps coming back.” Campbell bursts into a wild shriek of laughter.
Mrs. Roberts, imploringly: “Willis, what does it mean?”
Mrs. Campbell, threateningly: “Willis, if you don’t behave yourself—”
Mrs. Roberts, with the calm of despair: “Well, then, she isn’t coming! She’s given us the slip! I might have known it! Well, the cat might as well come out of the bag first as last, Amy, though I was trying to keep it in, to spare your feelings; I knew you’d be so full of sympathy.” Suddenly to her husband: “But if you saw her husband—Did he say she sent him? I didn’t dream of her being married. How do you know it’s her husband?”
Roberts: “Because—because she went out and got him! Don’t I tell you?”
Mrs. Roberts: “Went out and got him?”
Roberts: “When I spoke to her.”
Mrs. Roberts: “When you spoke to her? But you said you didn’t see her!”
Roberts: “Of course I didn’t see her. How should I see her, when I never saw her before? I went up and spoke to her, and she said she wasn’t the one. She was very angry, and she went out and got her husband. He was tipsy, and he’s been coming back ever since. I don’t know what to do about the wretched creature. He says I’ve insulted his abominable wife!”
Campbell, laughing: “O Lord! Lord! This will be the death of me!”