Certainly! Thank heaven, they’re going!
Agatha Posket.
[To Charlotte.] It’s all right; come along!
Charlotte.
[To Agatha Posket.] Oh, those oysters look so nice.
Lukyn.
[To himself.] Stop! In my trouble, I am forgetting even the commonest courtesies to these ladies. [To Agatha Posket.] You have a long journey before you. I am sure your husband would not forgive me for letting you face such weather unprepared. Let me recommend an oyster or two and a thimbleful of champagne.
Agatha Posket.
No, thank you, Colonel Lukyn.
Charlotte.