[At a table, examining bottles.] Delightful! Same soda water, same——
Elphick.
[Sitting, nursing his banjo.] No, hang it!
Shafto.
[Pouring out a glass of Vermouth.] Vermouth. Peter, I was totting up things this morning, gently and quietly, in my bath.
Elphick.
[Blowing a speck of dust from his banjo.] Not really?
Shafto.
[Seriously.] Yes. You weren’t at Jack’s weddin’?
Elphick.