Wilfrid Brudenell.
[Only half awake, seizing Mrs. Stonehay’s hand.] O yes, I recollect you perfectly. You left school some time ago, I suppose?
Mrs. Stonehay.
Yes—five-and-twenty years ago.
Leslie.
Wilfrid! I want some more teacups. And brush your hair. You’ve made it worse!
Wilfrid Brudenell.
I’m afraid I am not quite awake.
[He retires, the rest sit at the tea-table.]