[Coming forward, and picking up his newspaper.] Eh?
Pollitt.
That young lady and I are engaged to be married.
Quex.
Mr.—Valma?
Pollitt.
Yes, my lord. [Hotly.] And I very much object to her manicuring gentlemen.
Quex.
[Dryly.] Well, there you have a little something to discuss at home—before, and, perhaps, after marriage.