Tarver. Oh, my name is Tarver.
Smith. And mine is Nugent Vavasour. How do you do? I am delighted to make your acquaintance. (Shakes hands with him warmly.) I have just met Miss Phyllis Faraday.
Tarver. Oh, have you?
Smith. Yes. I am just back from Somaliland.
Tarver. Are you? I say! I don't suppose you could stay a little longer and help me with my election, could you?
(Celia, in alarm, rushes to head of table and seizes railway guide.)
Smith. (Enthusiastically) Of course I could, my dear fellow. Why didn't you mention it before?
Tarver. Well, I haven't waited very long.
Celia. (Looking at railway guide) Bobby, we couldn't think of making such a demand upon Colonel Vavasour's time.
Tarver. Well, it's touch and go with me, you know.