Well, well——!
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
Accuracy with me is a perfect mania. Oh, yes, that’s all. With the exception of the—the——[With a wave of the hand.] However——!
Mrs. Cloys.
Exception?
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
I was thinking of the bézique part of the case.
Mrs. Emptage.
[Impatiently.] Yes, yes; but that’s of no consequence now.
Mrs. Cloys.