[Tightening his lips.] He's rather a low blackguard, isn't he?
Mabel
Heavens, what's the matter with him, poor man? He's Hilda's latest celebrity. He pretends to adore her.
Basil
Don't you remember the Grange case that he was mixed up in?
Mabel
[In tones of surprise.] But, my dear Mr. Kent, that was two years ago.
Hilda
Mr. Kent, I want to introduce you to Mr. Brackley.
Basil
[Going up.] How d'you do.
[John comes down to his wife.
Mabel
Wretched creature!
John
I say, Mabel, is Basil often here?
Mabel
I don't know. I met him here last week.
John
Why the Dickens does he come? He's got no business to.
Mabel
You brought him yourself to-day.
John
I didn't. He insisted on coming – when I said I had to fetch you.
Mabel
Perhaps he came to see me.
John
Fiddledidee! I think you ought to speak to Hilda about it.
Mabel
My dear John, are you mad? She'd jump down my throat.
John
Why does she let him hang about her? She must know she's turning his silly head.
Mabel
I daresay she wants to prove to him that he showed very bad taste a year ago. It is rather annoying when you're attached to a young man that he should go and marry somebody else.
John
Well, I don't think she's playing the game, and I shall tell her so.
Mabel
She'll snub you awfully.
John
I don't care… Look here, you make a diversion so that I can get hold of her.
Mabel
How?
John
[Dryly.] I don't know. Exercise your invention.
Mabel
[Going towards the others.] Hilda, John is clamouring for some tea.
Hilda
[Coming down.] Why on earth can't he help himself?
John
My native modesty prevents.