Mrs. Gaylustre.
Never mind, my pet.
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
It’s rude—that’s what it is—it’s dooced rude.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Come along, we’ll walk on to the moor.
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
What, are you going too, Fan?
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Yes, dear. Your poor Fanny has a little bit of fun on.