GILBEY. Radical! What do you mean? Dont you begin to take liberties, Juggins, now that you know we're loth to part with you. Your brother isnt a duke, you know.
JUGGINS. Unfortunately, he is, sir.
GILBEY. | What! |
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MRS GILBEY. | Juggins! |
JUGGINS. Excuse me, sir: the bell. [He goes out].
GILBEY. [overwhelmed] Maria: did you understand him to say his brother was a duke?
MRS GILBEY. Fancy his condescending! Perhaps if youd offer to raise his wages and treat him as one of the family, he'd stay.
GILBEY. And have my own servant above me! Not me. Whats the world coming to? Heres Bobby and—
JUGGINS. [entering and announcing] Mr and Mrs Knox.
The Knoxes come in. Juggins takes two chairs from the wall and places them at the table, between the host and hostess. Then he withdraws.
MRS GILBEY. [to Mrs Knox] How are you, dear?