Who has strolled across to Lily, indolently. Why do you retain the services of that tousled-headed hussy?
Lily.
With conviction. Oh, she’s a little under the weather, but she’s a perfect servant.
Bland.
To Mrs. Upjohn. Ma, you look blooming.
Mrs. Upjohn.
Wish I could return the compliment, Mr. Bland.
Bland.
To Roper, who is wearing a waistcoat of rather a pronounced pattern. Congratulations on your waistcoat, Lal.
Roper.