Agatha Posket.
Good-night, Æneas.
Mr. Posket.
[Nervously.] I wish you would allow me to go to the club, my pet.
Agatha Posket.
Æneas, I am surprised at your obstinacy. It is so very different from my first husband.
Mr. Posket.
Really, Agatha, I am shocked. I presume the late Mr. Farringdon occasionally used his clubs.
Agatha Posket.
Indian clubs. Indian clubs are good for the liver, London clubs are not. Good-night!