LEONARD. I had forgotten about George Truefit.
MARY. I hadn’t.
LEONARD. My rival, the milkman, isn’t he?
MARY. Yes, he’s a milkman.
LEONARD. There’s something rather piquant in this. I wonder whether George Truefit would appreciate it. I suppose he wouldn’t poison the milk?
MARY. Poison the milk!
LEONARD. No, I am getting a bit heavy-handed. That’s stupid. What is he like? What’s George like?
MARY. He’s—he’s—you know where you’ve got him.
LEONARD. A fine fellow, is he?