Late, my dear—no. Good morning, Mr. Brudenell.
Wilfrid Brudenell.
Leslie was ready to start at seven o’clock this morning and broke the hotel-bell ringing for breakfast.
Leslie.
Oh, don’t tell about me, Will, dear.
Mr. Cheal.
Let me know when the carriage arrives, Mr. Ephgraves.
Ephgraves.
Yes, sir. [Ephgraves goes out.]