Roope.
[Pained.] Somebody has to supply it.
Philip.
"Pretty Mrs. Claud Grymes came on from the opera in her pearls, and Lady Beakly looked younger than her daughter in blue."
Roope.
[Ruefully.] You don't grow a bit more reasonable, Phil; not a bit.
Philip.
I beg pardon. Go ahead.
Roope.
[Sitting on the fauteuil-stool.] Mrs. Godfrey Anslow and Mrs. Wally Quebec. Abuse them.