Oh, but I have turned over a new leaf, you know, since I have been at the Olympic.
Mrs. Mossop.
I am sure my chairs don't require dusting, Mr. Wrench.
Tom.
[Placing the chair below the table, and blowing his nose with his handkerchief, with a flourish.] My way of showing homage, Mossop.
Mrs. Mossop.
Miss Parrott has sat on them often enough, when she was an honored member of the "Wells"—haven't you, Miss Parrott.
Imogen.
[Sitting, with playful dignity. ] I suppose I must have done so. Don't remind me of it. I sit on nothing nowadays but down pillows covered with cloth of gold.
[Mrs. Mossop and Ablett prepare to withdraw.]