Lord Dangars.
Even then the shades of pretty women should not be such very bad company. [Referring to his watch.] By Jove, a pleasant chat runs into one’s time. If you want me, “Poste Restante, Rome,” till you hear again.
Hugh Murray.
Going abroad, during the shooting?
Lord Dangars.
I must, you know. This divorce business checks the pleasant flow of invitations for a season or two. So I shall spend a few months tranquilly in Italy and write a Society novel.
Hugh Murray.
A Society novel!
Lord Dangars.