THE MAID. We couldnt afford it, sir. I had thirty pounds saved; and we spent it all on our honeymoon in three weeks, and a lot more that he borrowed. Then I had to go back into service, and he went to London to get work at his drawing; and he never wrote me a line or sent me an address. I never saw nor heard of him again until I caught sight of him from the window going off in the motor with that woman. SIR PATRICK. Well, thats two wives to start with. B. B. Now upon my soul I dont want to be uncharitable; but really I'm beginning to suspect that our young friend is rather careless. SIR PATRICK. Beginning to think! How long will it take you, man, to find out that he's a damned young blackguard? BLENKINSOP. Oh, thats severe, Sir Patrick, very severe. Of course it's bigamy; but still he's very young; and she's very pretty. Mr Walpole: may I spunge on you for another of those nice cigarets of yours? [He changes his seat for the one next Walpole]. WALPOLE. Certainly. [He feels in his pockets]. Oh bother! Where--? [Suddenly remembering] I say: I recollect now: I passed my cigaret case to Dubedat and he didnt return it. It was a gold one. THE MAID. He didnt mean any harm: he never thinks about things like that, sir. I'll get it back for you, sir, if youll tell me where to find him. RIDGEON. What am I to do? Shall I give her the address or not? SIR PATRICK. Give her your own address; and then we'll see. [To the maid] Youll have to be content with that for the present, my girl. [Ridgeon gives her his card]. Whats your name? THE MAID. Minnie Tinwell, sir. SIR PATRICK. Well, you write him a letter to care of this gentleman; and it will be sent on. Now be off with you. THE MAID. Thank you, sir. I'm sure you wouldnt see me wronged. Thank you all, gentlemen; and excuse the liberty. She goes into the hotel. They match her in silence. RIDGEON [when she is gone] Do you realize, chaps, that we have promised Mrs Dubedat to save this fellow's life? BLENKINSOP. Whats the matter with him? RIDGEON. Tuberculosis. BLENKINSOP [interested] And can you cure that? RIDGEON. I believe so. BLENKINSOP. Then I wish youd cure me. My right lung is touched, I'm sorry to say. RIDGEON } { What! Your lung is going? B.B } { My dear Blenkinsop, what do you } [all { tell me? [full of concern for } together] { Blenkinsop he comes back from the } { balustrade]. SIR PATRICK } { Eh? Eh? Whats that? WALPOLE } { Hullo, you mustn't neglect this, } { you know.