I think he must be awfully considerate.
DINAH.
He's not—he called my Reginald a "young shaver."
PEGGY.
That's contemptible enough. How old is your Reginald?
DINAH.
He is much my senior—he was seventeen in November. Well, the following week Reginald proposed to me in the conservatory. He spoke very sensibly about settling down, and how we were not growing younger; and how he'd seen a house in Park Lane which wasn't to let, but which very likely would be to let some day. And then we went into the drawing-room and told Mamma.
PEGGY, ERMYNTRUDE, AND GWENDOLINE.
Well, well? [Breaking down and putting her handkerchief to her eyes.] Oh, I shall never forget the scene! I never shall.