CANDIDA. Who will have some lemonade? You know our rules: total abstinence. (She puts the tray on the table, and takes up the lemon squeezers, looking enquiringly round at them.)
MORELL. No use, dear. They've all had champagne. Pross has broken her pledge.
CANDIDA (to Proserpine). You don't mean to say you've been drinking champagne!
PROSERPINE (stubbornly). Yes, I do. I'm only a beer teetotaller, not a champagne teetotaller. I don't like beer. Are there any letters for me to answer, Mr. Morell?
MORELL. No more to-night.
PROSERPINE. Very well. Good-night, everybody.
LEXY (gallantly). Had I not better see you home, Miss Garnett?
PROSERPINE. No, thank you. I shan't trust myself with anybody to-night. I wish I hadn't taken any of that stuff. (She walks straight out.)
BURGESS (indignantly). Stuff, indeed! That gurl dunno wot champagne is! Pommery and Greeno at twelve and six a bottle. She took two glasses a'most straight hoff.
MORELL (a little anxious about her). Go and look after her, Lexy.