My dear Primrose, that's a great mistake people make. A literary man doesn't want a literary wife. It would be like living with a critic. A clever man wants a wife foolish enough to always admire him. We should have got on admirably together. (_To Cherry_.) You haven't seen my pocket-book about anywhere, have you, Cherry? ADAM CHERRY. (_Taking it from his pocket and giving it to him._) Yes, you left it on the table. I took the liberty of glancing into it; you don't mind I suppose? THEODORE TRAVERS. Not at all. Learnt how to write a comedy? ADAM CHERRY. Yes, and (_turning away_) how to live one. NELLY MORRIS (_Who has been reading letter._) Ted. (_He comes to her._) Mr. Ben Dixon left this addressed to us. (_Gives it him_.) Read it. TED MORRIS Moral advice, I suppose. Why what--why here's notes for---- NELLY MORRIS. It's the money you let him have to put in that building society. TED MORRIS. What, the whole £4,000! Nelly, we're rich! Primrose! (_She comes to him._) Poor old Ben, he wasn't so bad. (_Nelly, Primrose, and ted talk together near window._) MRS. BEN DIXON. That was very clever of you, Adam. I never thought of that. You're a good sort, Cherry. (_Enter Mrs. Wheedles, dressed somewhat extravagantly. She comes in eagerly, then pauses at door and looks round. Her heart sinks._) MRS. WHEEDLES. Where's---- ADAM CHERRY. Gone, Mrs Wheedles. It was only a dodge to get you out of the room that he might bolt. Don't think any more about him. (_Mrs. Wheedles sinks into a chair._ ) MRS. BEN DIXON. Believe me, Mrs. Wheedles, it was the kindest thing he could do for you. We are both well rid of him. MRS. WHEEDLES. (_Crying softly._) I believe you're right, ma'am. TED MORRIS. (_At window looking out._) Hulloa, here's Jack. (_To Cherry._) Shall I ask him in here? ADAM CHERRY. (_Moving towards door at back._ ) No, dear boy. I'll send him up to you myself. NELLY MORRIS. (_Who has exchanged glances with Cherry at the mention of Jack's name, slips across quietly and meets him at door just as he is going out._) I shall always love you, Mr. Cherry. You're such a grand little gentleman. (_Cherry, taking her face between his hands, kisses her and goes out._)