Mrs. Roberts: "Her husband?"

Roberts: "Yes. He keeps coming back." Campbell bursts into a wild
shriek of laughter.

Mrs. Roberts, imploringly: "Willis, what _does_ it mean?"

Mrs. Campbell, threateningly: "Willis, if you don't behave yourself--"

Mrs. Roberts, with the calm of despair: "Well, then, she isn't coming!
She's given us the slip! I might have known it! Well, the cat might as
well come out of the bag first as last, Amy, though I was trying to
keep it in, to spare your feelings; I knew you'd be so full of
sympathy." Suddenly to her husband: "But if you saw her husband--Did
he say she sent him? I didn't dream of her being married. How do you
know it's her husband?"

Roberts: "Because--because she went out and got him! Don't I tell
you?"

Mrs. Roberts: "Went out and got him?"

Roberts: "When I spoke to her."

Mrs. Roberts: "When you spoke to her? But you said you didn't see
her!"

Roberts: "Of _course_ I didn't see her. How should I see her, when I
never saw her before? I went up and spoke to her, and she said she