Lady Twombley.
In mercy’s name why don’t you retire quietly to your room and pack?
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
What! Throw up the sponge?
Lady Twombley.
You needn’t throw up your sponge—pack your sponge.
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
I understand, Lady T—hook it!
Lady Twombley.
“Hook it” is a harsh way of putting it. Bring your visit to a close. Think of what you are losing here! Think of Margate, where I feel you must have many dear friends!