MARY. It doesn’t matter about me. I’d rather you were down on me and kind to him. This is his family. And I’m not comfortable ma’am and it’s partly this dress and I wonder if you would mind if I went home and you’d all get on better together. I spoil everything.
MRS. TIMBRELL. You silly girl; you spoil nothing and you’re as good as gold and we all like you.
ADA. You mustn’t go, and the dress looks very nice.
SHEILA. Very nice, indeed.
MRS. TIMBRELL. And you shall have a little shawl over your shoulders if you like.
TIMBRELL. All we want is our dinner.
MARY. I’m sure you’re all very kind—but—
LEONARD. We’re getting on fine now.
EDGAR. You see, you’ve been out of the conversation for about two minutes.
LEONARD. Is that it, brother?