STRANGER. What do you know about work—you aristocrats?
LADY PEMBURY (mildly). My husband is only a K.B.E., you know. Quite a recent creation.
STRANGER (not heeding her). You, who've been brought up in the lap of luxury—never known a day's discomfort in your life——
LADY PEMBURY. My dear young man, you really mustn't tell a woman who has had five children that she has never known a day's discomfort in her life. . . . Ask any woman.
STRANGER (upset). What's that? . . . I didn't come here to argue with you. You began it. Why can't you let me alone?
LADY PEMBURY (going to a side-table and taking up a photograph). Five children—all girls—and now I'm a grandmother. (Showing him the photograph) There! That's my eldest daughter with her eldest son and my eldest grandchild. Isn't he a duck? He's supposed to be like me. . . . I never had a son of my own. (THE STRANGER has taken the photograph in his hand and is holding it awkwardly.) Oh, let me take it away from you. Other's people's relations are so uninteresting, aren't they? (She takes it away and puts it back in its place. Then she returns to her seat and goes on with her work.) So you've made a lot of money? How exciting for you!
STRANGER (grimly). I haven't got it yet, but it's coming.
LADY PEMBURY. Soon?
STRANGER. To-day.
LADY PEMBURY. You're not married, are you?