Lady Twombley.
There’s a dear boy. [She turns over the leaves, gradually her face assumes a look of horror.] “Total, three thousand——!”
[She folds the schedule, puts it in her pocket, and faces Brooke fiercely with her hands clenched.]
Lady Twombley.
You imp! [She boxes his right ear soundly.]
Brooke Twombley.
Mater!
Lady Twombley.
You villain! [She boxes his left ear.]
Brooke Twombley.