Celia. Eh?
Raleigh. After dinner.
Celia. Oh.
Raleigh. You have been away quite a long time, Miss Faraday?
Celia. Yes, for me.
Raleigh. Yes, I mean for you. Well--nothing much has happened.
Celia. Well, one hardly expects much, does one?
Raleigh. No. Oh, Manners has got himself engaged.
Celia. Really? To Jennie Woodcote, I suppose?
Raleigh. Yes; they were all saying it was her last chance.