FANNY. I'm afraid it's about right.

ERNEST. What have you been doing THIS time? Swearing again?

FANNY. Worse. I've been lying. [Ernest gives vent to a low
whistle.] Said I didn't know what had become of that yellow poplin
with the black lace flounces, that they've had altered for me. Found
out that I'd given it to old Mother Potts for the rummage sale at the
Vicarage. Jane was down there. Bought it in for half a crown.

ERNEST. You are risky. Why, you might have known -

Vernon comes in. He is in golfing get-up. He throws his cap on to
the settee.

VERNON. Hello, got a cup of tea there?

Ernest goes out.

FANNY. Yes. Thought you were playing golf?

VERNON. Just had a telegram handed to me in the village--from your
friend Newte. Wants me to meet him at Melton Station at five
o'clock. [Looks at his watch.] Know what he wants?

FANNY. Haven't the faintest idea. [She hands him his cup.] Is he
coming HERE? Or merely on his way somewhere?

VERNON. I don't know; he doesn't say.