[Proudly.] All the best have two.
Beatie.
Don’t they quarrel over getting the interesting cases? I should.
Cis.
I don’t know how they manage—perhaps they toss up who’s to hear the big sensations. There’s a Mrs. Beldam, who is rather a bore sometimes; I know the Guv always lets old Bullamy attend to her. But, as a rule, I fancy they go half and half, in a friendly way. [Lighting cigarette.] For instance, if the guv’nor wants to go to the Derby he lets old Bullamy have the Oaks—and so on, see?
[He sits on the floor, comfortably reclining against Beatie, and puffing his cigarette.
Beatie.
Oh, I say, Cis, won’t your mamma be angry when she finds I haven’t gone home?
Cis.