Lady Twombley.
Ah! Don’t tot ’em up! Don’t tot ’em up!
Sir Julian Twombley.
Katherine, when I first saw you, three-and-twenty years ago, you were standing over a tub in the tiled yard of your father’s farm wringing out your little sister’s pinafores.
Lady Twombley.
[Weeping.] Oh-h-h!
Sir Julian Twombley.
Could I have looked forward I should have known that you would one day wring my feelings as you do now.
Lady Twombley.
Pa, I’ve fallen into the hands of the unscrupulous.