[She goes out.
Yardsley (with a laugh). That's one on you, Barlow. But I say, old
man (taking out his watch and snapping the cover to three or four
times), it's getting very late--after five now. If you want to go
with Billy Wilkins you'd better take up your hat and walk. I'll say
good-bye to Miss Andrews for you.
Barlow. Thanks. Too late now. You said Billie wouldn't wait after
four thirty.
Yardsley. Did I say four thirty? I meant five thirty. Anyhow,
Billie isn't over-prompt. Better go.
Barlow. You seem mighty anxious to get rid of me.
Yardsley. I? Not at all, my dear boy--not at all. I'm very, very
fond of you, but I thought you'd prefer opera to me. Don't you see?
That's where my modesty comes in. You're so fond of a good chat I
thought you'd want to go to-night. Wilkins has a box.
Barlow. You said seats a little while ago.
Yardsley. Of course I did. And why not? There are seats in boxes.
Didn't you know that?
Barlow. Look here, Yardsley, what's up, anyhow? You've been deuced
queer to-day. What are you after?
Yardsley (tragically). Shall I confide in you? Can I, with a sense
of confidence that you will not betray me?
Barlow (eagerly).
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