Who is he? Missus brings him 'ome about a month ago, and doesn't introduce him to us or to nobody. The order is she's still to be called Miss Dyott, and we don't know even his nasty name.
JANE.
[Returning to the trunk.] She calls him Ducky.
TYLER.
Yes, but we can't call him Ducky. [Pointing to the handkerchief which Jane has left upon the sofa] My 'andkerchief, please. I don't let anybody use it.
JANE.
[Returning the handkerchief.] Excuse me. [In putting the handkerchief into his breast-pocket he first removes a handful of cheap-looking squibs.] Lor! You will carry them deadly fireworks about with you, Tyler.
TYLER.
[Regarding them fondly.] Fireworks is my only disserpation. There ain't much danger unless anybody lunges at me. [Producing some dirty crackers from his trousers pockets, and regarding them with gloomy relish.] Friction is the risk I run.