Mrs. Crashaw: ‘Nonsense!’
Lawton: ‘Very well, then, I read of just such a ease in the Advertiser a year ago. It occurs annually—in the newspapers. And I’ll tell you what, Mrs. Crashaw—Roberts found out his mistake as soon as he went to his dressing-room; and that ingenious nephew of yours, who’s closeted with him there, has been trying to put him up to something—to some game.’
Mrs. Crashaw: ‘Willis has too much sense. He would know that Edward couldn’t carry out any sort of game.’
Lawton: ‘Well, then, he’s getting Roberts to let him carry out the game.’
Mrs. Crashaw: ‘Edward couldn’t do that either.’
Lawton: ‘Very well, then, just wait till they come back. Will you leave me to deal with Campbell?’
Mrs. Crashaw: ‘What are you going to do?’
Young Bemis: ‘You mustn’t forget that he got us out of the elevator, sir.’
Mrs. Bemis: ‘We might have been there yet if it hadn’t been for him, papa.’
Mrs. Crashaw: ‘I shouldn’t want Willis mortified.’