HER HUSBAND [so gratified, he can hardly believe his ears] You
don't mean it!

HE. Yes, I do mean it, and a lot more too. I asked Mrs Bompas to
walk out of the house with me--to leave you--to get divorced from
you and marry me. I begged and implored her to do it this very
night. It was her refusal that ended everything between us.
[Looking very disparagingly at him] What she can see in you,
goodness only knows!

HER HUSBAND [beaming with remorse] My dear chap, why didn't you
say so before? I apologize. Come! Don't bear malice: shake hands.
Make him shake hands, Rory.

SHE. For my sake, Henry. After all, he's my husband. Forgive him.
Take his hand. [Henry, dazed, lets her take his hand and place it
in Teddy's].

HER HUSBAND [shaking it heartily] You've got to own that none of
your literary heroines can touch my Rory. [He turns to her and
claps her with fond pride on the shoulder]. Eh, Rory? They can't
resist you: none of em. Never knew a man yet that could hold out
three days.

SHE. Don't be foolish, Teddy. I hope you were not really hurt,
Henry. [She feels the back of his head. He flinches]. Oh, poor
boy, what a bump! I must get some vinegar and brown paper. [She
goes to the bell and rings].

HER HUSBAND. Will you do me a great favor, Apjohn. I hardly like