Lady Twombley.
I see him at it.
Earl of Drumdurris.
He consumes enough coffee to put a fire out.
Lady Twombley.
Yes; and he swoops down on a cold bird like a vulture.
Earl of Drumdurris.
It’s hideous to see him hurl himself at an omelette.
Lady Twombley.
I know; and with eggs he’s a conjurer. What’s he engaged on now?