Brooke Twombley.
Pa! [Probyn goes out.]
Lady Euphemia Vibart.
Oh, dear Sir Julian! [She runs out.]
Valentine White.
Look sharp, Brooke. Let me out.
Brooke Twombley.
Val, I’ll tell you what. Come upstairs and smoke a cigarette in my room, and I’ll bring the Mater and Imogen to you on the quiet when the people are gone.
Valentine White.
Why, Brooke, do you think that Aunt Kitty and Imogen want a roving relative on the premises who isn’t worth tuppence!