BETTY. [_Wringing her hands._] You do, you do?

WALTER. Yes, that's the truth--I do. Oh, Betty I'm so frightfully
sorry--

BETTY. [_With a groan._] Then you don't love me any more ...

WALTER. It's not that. But you see--

BETTY. [_Moaning._] You don't, you don't!

[_She stands there, crushed, overwhelmed, dry-eyed, broken moans
escaping from her; suddenly she hears a key turning in the lock
of the hall-door outside, and rushes to the card-table._

BETTY. Hector! Quick, quick--the cards!

[WALTER _flies to the table, and sits by her side. He seizes one
pack and proceeds to shuffle it, she is dealing with the other.
All this takes only a second._ HECTOR _comes in--they both spring
up._

BETTY. Hector! You're not ill?

HECTOR. [_Kissing her._] Play postponed, my child--bit of luck! When I got
to the theatre I found that the actor-manager's car had collided with a
cab outside the stage-door--he was thrown through the window--there's a
magnificent exit for you! and has been cut about a bit. Nothing serious.
But the play's postponed for a week. Bit of luck!