Lukyn.
Nonsense, man, nonsense. You’re a little low. Waiter, take our coats.
Vale.
Don’t check me, Lukyn. My shelf is four from the bottom.
Lukyn.
You’ll forget the number of your shelf before you’re half way through your oysters.
Vale.
[Shaking his head.] An oyster merely reminds me of my own particular shell.
[Isidore begins to remove Vale’s coat.
Lukyn.