Ah, Lady T., now we come to the aim and object of the mornin’ call which I have the ’appiness of making on you. Fan, you haven’t explained to Lady T. You really must cut in.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
I shan’t. Explain yourself.
[Lebanon rises, replacing his chair.]
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
My dear Lady T., the long and the short of it is that Fan and I have considerable social ambition.
Lady Twombley.
You too! Not you!
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
And why not? Fanny, cut in!