Gaylustre! you fiend! I—I can’t stand it.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Don’t quite see how you’re going to get out of it.
Lady Twombley.
It’s true I owe that brother of yours thousands.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Well, we have kept your establishment going for some time.
Lady Twombley.
But I don’t owe you as much as a linen button!
Mrs. Gaylustre.