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!”
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?”