Yes, mother dear. [Bending over her and kissing her.] How are you?
Lady Filson.
[Dotingly.] Enjoyed your ride, my pet?
Bertram.
Fairly, mother.
Lady Filson.
Only fairly?
Bertram.
[Shutting his eyes.] Such an appalling crowd of ordinary people in the Row, I mean t'say.
Lady Filson.