Mr. Bullamy.
Very good—very good!
Mr. Posket.
Thank you—thank you!
Mr. Bullamy.
[To Mr. Posket, coughing and laughing and popping a jujube into his mouth.] My dear Posket, I really must congratulate you on that boy of yours—your stepson. A most wonderful lad. So confoundedly advanced too.
Mr. Posket.
Yes, isn’t he? Eh!
Mr. Bullamy.