JINNY. Brooklyn! Why, he told me--what did he go there for? GEOFFREY. [_Embarrassed._] I don't know if you don't-- JINNY. You _do_!! GEOFFREY. No--really--I-- JINNY. Oh, it's something to be concealed, then? GEOFFREY. Hang it, Jinny! drop the subject. I thought he said he was going to Brooklyn; probably I was mistaken. JINNY. [_Satirically._] One is so apt to think just casually that every one's going to Brooklyn! [_Looks at her watch._] Of course it's Brooklyn. [_Goes and looks at the telegram; turns._] So you're going back on _me_, too, are you? You're going to _protect Jack_ at _my_ expense! [_AUSTIN enters Right._ AUSTIN. [_Absorbed._] Good evening, Jinny dear. JINNY. It's after seven! AUSTIN. [_Pleasantly._] Is it? Have you been waiting long, Geoffrey? GEOFFREY. No, I've only just now come in. JINNY. It's _I_ who have done the waiting! AUSTIN. I'm sorry, but it couldn't be helped. JINNY. You didn't tell me you were going to Brooklyn. AUSTIN. [_After a quick, sharp look at Geoffrey, who shakes his head once emphatically._] It must have escaped my mind. JINNY. That's very likely! Going to Brooklyn's the sort of thing one talks about and dreads for days. AUSTIN. Well, Jinny, that will bear postponement, and my conversation with Geoffrey won't; will you please leave us together here for a while? JINNY. And what about the theatre? AUSTIN. What theatre? JINNY. Oh, you've _forgotten_ entirely my little birthday party! Thanks! AUSTIN. Oh, Jinny! I _did_! Forgive me! I'm awfully sorry! I've got a lot on my mind to-day. [_Tries to put his arms about her and kiss her. She pushes herself away from him, refusing to let him kiss her._ JINNY. Yes--I know you have-- [_At door Left._] --I'll leave you two to your confidences. You can trust Geof; he just now refused to betray you. [_AUSTIN only looks at her fixedly, seriously. She looks back at him with bravado. Then she deliberately crosses the room, gets the cable, and recrosses with it and goes out Left._ AUSTIN. Poor Jinny! [_Turning to GEOFFREY._] and that, too, lies largely on your already overcrowded shoulders. GEOFFREY. [_Breaking down._] I know! I know! AUSTIN. [_Sitting in the corner of the sofa._] Here, don't cry! You've got to be strong now, and you've no use nor time for crying. I've had another long interview with the Brooklyn minister. GEOFFREY. Yes?-- AUSTIN. [_Drawing a chair near to him and sitting._] Well, of course we both know that he's doing wrong to keep silent, but he will. He wishes I hadn't told him, because he thinks he'd never have noticed your divorce from Maggie when it was granted--nor remembered your name if he had seen it in the papers. GEOFFREY. That's what I _told_ you!