By Jove, how awful—what! Wasn’t that sufficiently beastly rough?
Valentine White.
My dear fellow, would you believe it—I got hold of a stoker who was a decayed British baronet! The affected way in which that man shovelled on coals was unendurable. So I’ve come back, hopelessly wise.
Brooke Twombley.
Serve you right for kicking at refinement and good form and all that sort of thing. What!
Valentine White.
[Mimicking Brooke.] Varnish, and veneer, and all that sort of thing—what!
Brooke Twombley.
Oh, confound you! Well, you’ll dine here at a quarter to eight, Val, won’t you?
Valentine White.