LADY TORMINSTER. [Shuddering.] Horrible! What?
SIR GEOFFREY. I resented his having eaten something that smelt like onions.
LADY TORMINSTER. [Smiling.] A tiger!
SIR GEOFFREY. Onions may have been his undoing. That's the beggar's skin on the floor. But you should have seen me rub Jack's nose!
LADY TORMINSTER. [Warningly.] Sir Geoffrey, there's very little cigarette left—
SIR GEOFFREY. There are lots more in the box—and dawn is a long way off. Hang it, Lady Torminster, don't be in a hurry! Do you hear the sea out there? It's breathing as regularly as old Jack. And don't you think this is fine? Here we are, we two, meeting just as we shall meet on the other side of the Never-Never Land. It's a chance for a man to speak to a woman, and tell her things.
LADY TORMINSTER. What things!
SIR GEOFFREY. That's just it—what things? What have I to say, after all? I am going to-morrow because I am a fantastic, capricious ass. Also because I'm lonely.
LADY TORMINSTER. How will China help you?
SIR GEOFFREY. They colour it green on the map—and there is such a lot of it!