Mrs. Campbell: “This is one of your tricks, Willis; one of your vile practical jokes.”
Campbell: “No, no, my dear! I couldn’t invent anything equal to this. Oh my! oh my!”
Mrs. Campbell, seizing him by the arm: “Well, if you don’t tell, instantly, what it is—”
Campbell: “But I can’t tell. I promised Roberts I wouldn’t.”
Roberts, wildly: “Oh, tell, tell!”
Campbell: “About the cook, too, Agnes?”
Mrs. Roberts: “Yes, yes; everything! Only tell!”
Campbell, struggling to recover himself: “Why, you see, Agnes engaged a cook, up-town—”
Mrs. Roberts: “I didn’t want you to know it, Amy. I thought you would be troubled if you knew you were coming to visit me just when I was trying to break in a new cook, and so I told Edward not to let Willis know. Go on, Willis.”
Mrs. Campbell: “And I understand just how you felt about it, Agnes; you knew he’d laugh. Go on, Willis.”