SIR GEOFFREY. Agreed.
[He hands her the box; she takes a cigarette; he strikes a match and holds it for her; he then takes a cigarette himself, and lights it.
SIR GEOFFREY. And, while smoking it, remember Penelope's web. For I've heaps of things to tell you.
LADY TORMINSTER. They'll keep till to-morrow.
SIR GEOFFREY. That's a fearful delusion. Nothing keeps. There is one law in the universe: NOW.
LADY TORMINSTER. I want to know what you mean by this nonsense about your going.
SIR GEOFFREY. [Puffing out smoke.] Yes—I'm off in the morning. It has occurred to me that I haven't been to China. Now that is a serious omission. How can I face my forefathers, and confess to them that I haven't seen the land where the Yellow Labour comes from?
LADY TORMINSTER. China has waited a long time—a month more or less will make no difference. They are a patient race.
SIR GEOFFREY. There is gipsy blood in my veins—I must wander—I'm restless…. Not like Jack—he's untroubled—he can sleep. Jack's a fine sleeper, isn't he?
LADY TORMINSTER. Yes.