SHE. Darling!
HE. Do you suppose any one is likely to come this way?
SHE. No.
HE. (_speculatively_) Your husband is probably still in the portrait
gallery....
SHE. My husband! (_Drawing away_) What do you mean? (_Thoroughly
awake now_) You didn't think--? (_She jumps up and laughs
convulsively_.) You thought poor old Tubby was my husband?
HE. (_staring up at her bewildered_) Why, isn't he your husband?
SHE. (_scornfully_) No!! He's my uncle!