I compliment him! I will appeal to him to protect me from your claws, Gaylustre!

Mrs. Gaylustre.

Oh, you will, will you?

Lady Twombley.

I will.

Mrs. Gaylustre.

Very well then—do it! Kate Twombley, go to that door and call my brother Jo!

Lady Twombley.

What!

Mrs. Gaylustre.