Gray. Stop it, there’s a good child! I haven’t missed her, have I?
Sydney. Pray accept in return as a small token of esteem and total dependency—
Gray. I asked you if your mother had started.
Sydney. [In her natural voice] It’s true, you know. You simply daren’t cope with me yet.
Gray. [Twinkling in spite of himself] Hm! A time will come—
Sydney. Wouldn’t it warm the cockles of Aunt Hester’s heart to hear you! What are cockles, Gray? Gray, she says I ought to call you Uncle! Gray, d’you think you have brought me what I think you have for a Christmas present?
Gray. You’d better go and look. It’s in the motor with Kit.
Sydney. It?
Gray. He.
Sydney. By Viscount out of Vixen?