Mrs. Gaylustre.
Go on, Jo dear.
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
Lady Twombley, it has been the desiah of Fan and self, ever since that period of our lives which I may describe as our checkered child’ood, to reach the top of the social tree.
Lady Twombley.
Hah!
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
Lady Twombley, you’ll pardon my remarking that you are a little trying. I say, Fan and I desiah to reach the top of the social tree, where the cocoanuts are. Excuse my humour. Fan’s had a whirl or two in the circles of fashion.
Lady Twombley.
She! A hanger-on to the skirts of Society!