You didn’t honour me with my game of crib last night.
Lady Twombley.
I—I had a headache.
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
Never ’ad a ’eadache in my life—don’t know ’ow it’s spelt.
Lady Twombley.
It’s spelt with an H.
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
[To Lady Euphemia, offering her flowers from his coat.] Lady Effie, my floral offering.
[Lady Euphemia catches up her skirts and sweeps past him.]