Sir Fletcher Portwood.
To walk it off, eh? [Ruffling his hair.] I find I can’t walk it off; I’ve been into the Euston Road; I don’t think I can be well. Fortunately, I have a box of most remarkable pills at my chambers. They are prepared by Gilliburton of 88 Piccadilly. Don’t forget the number—eighty-eight. Two eights. That’s my system of artificial memory. Eighty-eight—two eights.
Theophila.
[Going to him, and kissing him, leaning across the settee.] Good-bye, uncle.
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
We shall meet again by-and-bye, dear. I shall dine here quietly, after all.
Theophila.
[Going to Claude, kissing him.] Good-bye.
Claude.
Oh, you’ll see me at dinner too.