Jack. For you, Dill, and for my father. I hope you won't take it too seriously when I say you're the living picture of my father.
Dill. Oh, I just adore pictures, sir.
Jack. My father does not adore you, Dill. He took you for his brother.
Dill (with dignity). Really, sir! Who do you say that I am, sir?
Jack (facing about). I say you're the butler, Dill.
Dill. Quite right, sir. (Attentively.) Are you a gentleman?
Jack. By no means.
Dill. Your father?
Jack. Nor he either. (Enter Jane.)
Dill. My brother was a gentleman. (Exit haughtily with tray.)