[Sir Julian enters unobserved by Lebanon or Lady Twombley.]
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
Look ’ere, Lady T! I’m sorry to disappoint a lady, but it ain’t Mr. Joseph Lebanon’s principle to do something for nothing.
Lady Twombley.
No. If you lent a lady your arm you’d do it at interest.
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
I’m not alludin’ to our pleasant financial relationship, Lady T. What I infer is that if after the forthcoming hop I drag myself away from my sorrowin’ friends at Drumdurris I expect a—ah—a solatium. [Sir Julian remains watching and listening.]
Lady Twombley.
A what?
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.