Mr. Bullamy.
[Producing a small box from his waistcoat pocket.] All I take after dinner is a jujube—sometimes two. [Offering the box.] May I tempt Mrs. Posket?
Agatha Posket.
No, thank you. [Treading on one of the nuts which have been scattered over the room.] How provoking—who brings nuts into the drawing-room?
Mr. Posket.
Miss Tomlinson still here? [To Beatie.] Don’t go, don’t go. Glad to see Cis so fond of his music. Your sister Charlotte is behind her time, my darling.
Agatha Posket.
Her train is delayed, I suppose.
Mr. Posket.
You must stay and see my sister-in-law, Bullamy.