Oh, by-the-bye, she gave me this too (_produces photo and shows it_). The last portrait of Wheedles--taken four years ago. (_Ted takes paper, and compares photo with paper._) Should you say 'twas the same man? TED MORRIS. (_Examining_.) The whiskers make such a difference. Hadn't she got a photo of him with some hair on his face? JACK MEDBURY. No. I asked her that. Wheedles seems to have always lived a clean-shaven life. TED MORRIS. I wish we could get Ben Dixon to shave himself. JACK MEDBURY. Yes; that would be the thing. ADAM CHERRY. Yes; but it's no good talking about that. He's hardly likely to do that to please us. No, this is a matter that we must go to work about cautiously. Now, you come with me, Jack, and we will talk it over with young Travers (_moving with Jack towards door_). You stop here, Ted. We'd better not be all together. It will look as if something was the matter and we must keep the thing quiet. (_Cherry and Jack go off talking_.) TED MORRIS. (_Crosses, and sitting on the easy chair enjoying the paper._) By Jove! Old Ben at the Aquarium--drunk and---- (_Ben Dixon is heard whistling "There is a happy land." Ted, hearing him, pushes paper under cushion. Crosses to fire whistling "Get your hair cut." Enter Ben Dixon._) MR. BEN DIXON. (_Looking about._) You haven't seen my spectacles anywhere, have you, Ted? TED MORRIS. No, Mr. Ben Dixon. Did you leave them here? MR. BEN DIXON. Yes, I wish you'd look on the garden seat. I may have left them there. Do you mind? TED MORRIS. Oh, certainly. (_Goes out through window. Ben Dixon hastily darts to chair and, moving cushion, finds paper._) MR. BEN DIXON. (_Seizing it with a cry of joy_.) Ah! So it _was_ here all the time. Theo must have slipped it there when he heard Bella coming. What a bit of luck. They've none of them seen it. (_Looking at it_) Oh, it is like me. If I could only disguise myself for a little while, till---- (_Re-enter Ted. Ben Dixon hides paper under his coat._) TED MORRIS. No, I can't see them. MR. BEN DIXON. Oh, it's all right, my dear boy. I've found them, thanks. They were in my pocket all the time. So silly of me, wasn't it? (_Laughs, and goes out, whistling._) (_Enter Primrose by window._) PRIMROSE DEANE. (_Looking in_) Business over? TED MORRIS. For the present--could it stay for a moment when pleasure in the person of Miss Deane presents herself? (_Bows._) PRIMROSE DEANE. (_Curtseying._) I thank you, fair sir. How very agreeable we've become all of a sudden. TED MORRIS. "Become!" Ain't I always agreeable? PRIMROSE DEANE. No. Not when you talk about going away and never coming back, and say you hope it will be a long while before you see any of us again. TED MORRIS. I--I don't think I said I "hoped" it would be a long while. I think I said I _feared_ it might be. PRIMROSE DEANE. Oh, well, it's all the same. You needn't go away at all unless you liked. TED MORRIS.