Arthur.
[On Rose's left—in a whisper.] Quiet, isn't it?
Rose.
[To him, in a whisper.] Quiet! Arthur—-! [Clutching his arm.] Oh, this dreadful half-hour after dinner, every, every evening!
Arthur.
[Creeping across to the right of the table and sitting there.] Grandfather and Aunt Trafalgar must wake up soon. They're longer than usual to-night.
Rose.
[To him, across the table.] Your sister Clara, over there, and Captain de Foenix—when they were courting, did they have to go through this?
Arthur.
Yes.