And I’ll hand you back your acceptances—every-one of ’em—I will—on my word of honour as a gentleman!
[She seizes him by the throat and shakes him violently.]
Lady Twombley.
How dare you! How dare you tempt me!
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
[Arranging his hair and moustache with his pocket comb and mirror.] Oh, ladies are trying in business—they are dooced trying.
Lady Twombley.
You—you wretch! Do you think I haven’t endured enough for the past three months without this? Oh, pa, what will you say to your Kitty when you know the disgrace she’s brought on you! Oh, my chicks, my chicks, my blessed chicks!
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
Lady Twombley, my pride has been wounded, my self-respect has been ’urt in this recherché ’Ighland ’ome for, I ’ope, the last time. I shall retire from the hop early to-morrow night and hook it—bring my visit to a close—on Thursday morning.