Lady Twombley, Joseph Lebanon is, above all things, a man of honour. [Handing Bills to Lady Twombley.] Lovely woman’s Acceptances.
Lady Twombley.
I won’t take them. I won’t buy them back at such a price.
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
Natural delicacy. [Laying the Bills on the table.] You can pick ’em up when I’m gone.
Lady Twombley.
Oh, what a wicked woman I am!
Mr. Joseph Lebanon.
I can get out of these beastly clothes, drive to Strachlachan Junction, and wire to town before feedin’ time. The city is on the eve of a financial earthquake! Joseph’s name will be a ’ouse’old word from Mile End to Kensington! Lady Twombley, we meet at the hop to-morrow night for the last time—in Society. [Boisterously.] Whoop! Dash Society! [He performs a few steps of a Highland dance.] Excuse my humour. [He goes out.]
Lady Twombley.