Your comedy.
Tom.
[Turning to the fire—in a low voice.] Rubbish!
Imogen.
Well, Mr. Clandon thinks it isn't. [He faces her sharply.] I gave it to him to read, and he—well, he's quite taken with it.
Tom.
[Walking about, his hands in his pockets, his head down, agitatedly.]Clandon—Landon—what's his name——-?
Imogen.
Tony Clandon—Anthony Clandon——