Parbury.
[Enthusiastic.] Splendid! There’s nothing I should like so much; and I’ve no special work on hand just now.
Gunning.
Then it’s agreed?
Parbury.
Certainly!
Gunning.
Good; we’ll drink of the Cuvée 36, brush up our swearing vocabulary, and I’ll teach you to gain perspective!
Parbury.
[His face suddenly falling.] Oh, the deuce!