My dear child, that surprises us even less.
Lady Filson.
Your dear father and I, Ottoline, are not unaware of the many eligible men who are—how shall I put it?—pursuing you with their attentions.
Sir Randle.
Parents are notoriously short-sighted; but they are not necessarily—er—what are the things?—tssh!—the creatures that flutter——
Bertram.
Bats, father.
Sir Randle.
[To Bertram.] Thank you, my boy.
Ottoline.