Oh!
[She twists him round, pointing to the walls of the conservatory.]
Lady Twombley.
And look! Look at this sixpenny Algerian grotto I’ve stuck in the middle of the house. Seven thousand four hundred and fifty this cost, not counting the hot-water pipes.
Brooke Twombley.
Is it paid for?
Lady Twombley.
Your dear pa transferred the money for it to my account at Scott’s, but I’ve gone and spent it on other things.
Brooke Twombley.
Mater!