Tarver. The most awful thing.
Phyllis. It was that dreadful ordeal of laying the corner stone, I suppose.
Grice. (Contemptuously) They asked you to lay a corner stone?
Tarver. They had to have a personage.
Omnes. A personage!
Tarver. You see, the beastly ground was full of puddles and, just as I stepped forward with a trowel in my hand, I slipped, and----
Grice. And sat down in one of them, I suppose.
Tarver. That's exactly what I did do. Oh! How they all yelled. (All laugh, Admiral loudest. Coming C. and limping) It's all very well for you to laugh, Admiral, but that puddle may cost us the seat.
Faraday. Tarver!
Grice. Tarver! Bring a trowel and a pail of mortar to my garden to-morrow morning at eleven o'clock sharp. I'll teach you how to lay a corner stone. (Gets his cup, goes up and crosses above sofa to teatable, and puts his cup down.)