Mr. Posket.
[Pointing to Mr. Bullamy.] Mr. Bullamy.
[Mr. Bullamy, aggrieved, bows stiffly.
Agatha Posket.
[To Charlotte.] Come upstairs, dear; will you have some tea?
Charlotte.
No thank you, pet, but I should like a glass of soda water.
Agatha Posket.
Soda water!