GERALD. They can put you in prison for everything Nanny—being stupid or being wise, being bad or being good, being poor or—yes, or being rich.
MASON (putting her last touches to the flowers). There! Now it looks much more like what her ladyship's used to. If you aren't sent to prison for being bad, it doesn't seem to matter so much.
GERALD. Well—it isn't nice, you know.
MASON. There's lots of things that aren't nice in the world. They haven't come your way yet, and I only hope they never will.
GERALD. I wish they hadn't come Bob's way.
MASON. Ah, Master Bob was born to meet them. Well, I'll go up to her ladyship now.
GERALD. Oh, are they back?
MASON. Sir James and her ladyship came back from the police-station—
GERALD. The Old Bailey, Nanny.
MASON. They came back about ten minutes ago, Master Gerald. And went up to their rooms.