EDGAR. You’d better try the music-hall stage.
LEONARD. Now that’s quite a helpful suggestion. That’s an idea, Edgar. Humbugs like myself make good actors.
TIMBRELL.—You are not serious, sir.
LEONARD. Hardly. No.
PENDLETON. I’ve heard that Harry Lauder got—how much a week was it—when he—? something astonishing. Why, sir, there are very few merchants in the city of London who make as much.
LEONARD. [Reflecting.] The music-halls. Mary! [Deep in talk with MRS. TIMBRELL she doesn’t hear.] No matter.
PENDLETON. They’ve something better to talk about.
LEONARD. When I see two women talking like that I always think it must be about the servant question.
EDGAR. I say! What infernally bad taste!