MR. KNOWLE. A sweet disorder in the dress kindles in clothes a wantonness.
MRS. KNOWLE. I will go and tidy myself. Jane, I think your mother would like you to—but, after all, one must think of one's own child first. You will tell Sandy, won't you? We had better have tea in here. . . . Henry, your trousers—(she looks to see that JANE is not listening, and then says in a loud whisper) your trousers——
MR. KNOWLE. I'm afraid I didn't make myself clear, Mary. It's a young fellow who is coming to see my prints; not the Prince of Wales who is coming to see my trousers.
MRS. KNOWLE (turning to JANE). You'll remember, Jane?
JANE (smiling). Yes, Aunt Mary.
MRS. KNOWLE. That's a good girl.
[She goes out.
MR. KNOWLE. Ah! . . . Your aunt wasn't very lucid, Jane. Which one of you is it who is going to marry the gentleman?
JANE. Don't be so absurd, Uncle Henry.
MR. KNOWLE (taking out his catalogue again). Perhaps he would be interested in Lot 29. (BOBBY comes in through the windows.) Ah, here's Bobby. Bobby, they tell me that you think of setting up house.