TIMBRELL. [Testily.] Don’t call me Sir.
MARY. No, sir—I mean No, Mr. Timbrell.
LEONARD. Call him Daddy. She calls me Sir sometimes. I rather like it. It feeds my vanity. What I like about Mary is that she has none of that absurd pretence that woman is the equal of man.
ADA. What nonsense!
SHEILA. He always does talk nonsense.
MRS. TIMBRELL. I expect Mary keeps you in good order at home. Do you Mary? Is he behaving nicely?
MARY. I think so sometimes.
MRS. TIMBRELL. Now what does that mean?
MARY. I find it so hard to understand him.