Roberts, desperately: “Seen her? How should I know whether I’ve seen her? I never saw her in my life.”
Mrs. Roberts: “Then what are you looking for, in that way?”
Roberts: “I—I’m looking for her husband.”
Mrs. Roberts: “Her husband?”
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?”