the matter. Give me my gloves, quick. [He hands them to her. She
pulls on one hastily and begins buttoning it with ostentatious
unconcern]. Go further away from me, quick. [He walks doggedly
away from her until the piano prevents his going farther]. If I
button my glove, and you were to hum a tune, don't you think
that--

HE. The tableau would be complete in its guiltiness. For Heaven's
sake, Mrs Bompas, let that glove alone: you look like a
pickpocket.

Her husband comes in: a robust, thicknecked, well groomed city
man, with a strong chin but a blithering eye and credulous mouth.
He has a momentous air, but shows no sign of displeasure: rather
the contrary.

HER HUSBAND. Hallo! I thought you two were at the theatre.

SHE. I felt anxious about you, Teddy. Why didn't you come home to
dinner?

HER HUSBAND. I got a message from Georgina. She wanted me to go
to her.

SHE. Poor dear Georgina! I'm sorry I haven't been able to call on
her this last week. I hope there's nothing the matter with her.

HER HUSBAND. Nothing, except anxiety for my welfare and yours.
[She steals a terrified look at Henry]. By, the way, Apjohn, I
should like a word with you this evening, if Aurora can spare you