pictures as sold to me.
JENNIFER. They will not be sold to you. Louis' creditors insisted on
selling them; but this is my birthday; and they were all bought in for
me this morning by my husband.
RIDGEON. By whom?!!!
JENNIFER. By my husband.
RIDGEON [gabbling and stuttering] What husband? Whose husband? Which
husband? Whom? how? what? Do you mean to say that you have married
again?
JENNIFER. Do you forget that Louis disliked widows, and that people who
have married happily once always marry again?
The Secretary returns with a pile of catalogues.
THE SECRETARY. Just got the first batch of catalogues in time. The doors
are open.
JENNIFER [to Ridgeon, politely] So glad you like the pictures, Sir
Colenso. Good morning.
RIDGEON. Good morning. [He goes towards the door; hesitates; turns to
say something more; gives it up as a bad job; and goes].