Vale.
There was a happy time, Miss Verrinder, when I might have been surprised at you.
Charlotte.
A few hours ago it was—“By Jove, all is over.” Now I find you with a bosom friend enjoying devilled oysters.
Vale.
I beg your pardon, I find you enjoying devilled oysters.
Charlotte.
Horace Vale, you forget you have forfeited the right to exercise any control over my diet.
Vale.
One would think I had broken off our engagement.