No, I didn't, Ted. I said somebody might have told you I had. People do tell things about other people that are not true sometimes. (_Ted rises and stands by table, looking troubled. Primrose breaks into a ringing laugh._) You can't get out of it now, Ted. I could bring a breach of promise case against you. (_Ted still looks stern. Primrose rises and comes to him, playing with one of his coat buttons._) I've deceived and trapped you into it, haven't I? Please forgive me. It--it isn't so _very_ much, and I could give it away to the Salvation Army if you liked, or we could let Mr. Ben Dixon lay it out for us. (_Laughs._) TED MORRIS. You don't understand, dear. PRIMROSE DEANE. (_Seriously._) Yes--I do, dear. You're a silly stuck-up old thing. You never would have spoken so long as you thought I was rich--and I--(_nestling against him_) wanted you. TED MORRIS. (_Relenting._) They'll say I married you for your money. PRIMROSE DEANE. Don't you care for me sufficiently, dear, not to mind what "they" say? (_Looking him earnestly in the face._) TED MORRIS. (_Looks at her, and then takes her face in his hands and kisses her._) Yes, dear, forgive me. (_After this, in loverlike fashion, they commence walking about the room and talking with their arms round each other's waists._) TED MORRIS. Let me see. I shall pass my examination in November. PRIMROSE DEANE. And then we must look about for a nice little practice. We'll have one somewhere in the country, shall we? TED MORRIS. Yes. (_Musing._) I wish I hadn't been fool enough to let that Ben Dixon have all---- (_A knock at front door heard. Primrose runs to window and looks out._) PRIMROSE DEANE. Yes, I thought so. It's Mrs. Ben Dixon. (_Running to door and holding out her hand to Ted._) Let's go upstairs to Nelly. (_Ted catches her hand, and they run off, leaving the door wide open behind them. A wait. Then enters Mrs. Ben Dixon, shown in by servant._) MRS. BEN DIXON. Is Adam Cherry in? (_Cherry follows in._) Oh, here you are. I ain't late, am I? ADAM CHERRY. No--not as it happens. But I'm expecting him every minute. (_To servant_.) Ask Mrs. Wheedles to step up, will you? (_Servant goes out._) MRS. BEN DIXON. I was bound to stop and get a snack. This is going to be a trying scene, you know, Cherry. What does--what's the poor woman's name--Mrs. Wheedles --think about it now? ADAM CHERRY. Oh, much the same. She's still sure he's the man. MRS. BEN DIXON. I hope to goodness she's right. We shall look silly, you know, Cherry, if he isn't. ADAM CHERRY. And he will look silly if he is. (_Enter Mrs. Wheedles. She is nervous but tries to be confident and to behave, as she would term it, "as a lady"_) Oh here you are, Mrs. Wheedles. This is Mrs.---- (_pauses--awkwardly_.) MRS. BEN DIXON. Well, we're not sure who I am at present. That's just what I've come to find out. I suppose there'll be no doubt about your knowing this beauty if he is the man? MRS. WHEEDLES.