Philip.
Oh——!
Roope.
Yes, you may roar. I declare I shudder to think of the difference it 'ud make to me socially if I didn't advertise.
Philip.
Robbie, I blush for you.
Roope.
Tosh! It's an advertising age.
Philip.
[Stalking to the fireplace.] It's a beastly vulgar age.