STRANGER. Nobody.
LADY PEMBURY. Poor, poor man! (Going on with her work) If you can't tell me your name, I wish you would tell me what work you do. (Winningly) You don't mind my asking, do you?
STRANGER. I can tell you what work I'm going to do after to-day.
LADY PEMBURY. Oh, do!
STRANGER (violently). None!
LADY PEMBURY (surprised). None?
STRANGER. No more work after to-day.
LADY PEMBURY. Won't that be rather dull?
STRANGER. Well, you ought to know. I'm going to be one of the idle rich—like you and Sir John—and let other people work for me.
LADY PEMBURY (thoughtfully). I shouldn't have said my husband was idle. But there it is. No two people ever agree as to what is work and what isn't.