SEPTIMA. It has nothing to do with Grandfather.
MARION. Beechcroft, Bexhill-on-Sea. We’ve been so busy all day. Naturally, being the Birthday. Couldn’t you leave it till to-morrow, dear?
SEPTIMA (eagerly). Rita Ferguson wants me to share rooms with her. You know I’ve always wanted to, and now she’s just heard of some; there’s a studio goes with it. On Campden Hill.
MARION. Yes, dear. We’ll see what Grandfather says.
SEPTIMA (annoyed). I said that this has nothing to do with Grandfather. We’re talking about me. It’s no good trying to do anything here, and——
MARION. There! I’ve written Campden Hill; how stupid of me. Haverstock Hill. We’ll see what Grandfather says, dear.
SEPTIMA (doggedly). It has nothing to do with Grandfather.
MARION (outraged). Septima!
SEPTIMA. “We’ll see what Grandfather says”—that has always been the answer to everything in this house.
MARION (as sarcastically as she can, but she is not very good at it). You can hardly have forgotten who Grandfather is.