No, nor sit on the floor—the floor!
Avonia.
Why, when we shared rooms together, you were always on the floor!
Gadd.
[Producing a pipe, and knocking out the ashes on the heel of his boot.] In Heaven's name, what kind of house can this be!
Avonia.
I wouldn't stand it, would you, Ferdinand?
Gadd.
[Loading his pipe.] Gad, no!