Gadd.
'Vonia, much less of the Gussy!
Avonia.
[Kissing Gadd.] Jealous boy! [Beaming.] Oh, and we have done the West End thoroughly. There, I've never done the West End so thoroughly in my life! And when we got outside your house I couldn't resist. [Her hand on Gadd's shirt sleeve.] Oh, gracious! I'm sure you'll catch your death, my darling—-!
Rose.
I think I can get him some wine. [To Gadd.] Will you take some wine, Ferdinand?
[Gadd rises, nearly upsetting Avonia.]
Avonia.
Ferdy!