Miss Fairfield. [Passing through] Really Sydney! Before lunch!
Kit. You know, old thing, sometimes I don’t feel as if I should ever really get on with your aunt.
Sydney. [Dimpling] You’ll have to if—
Kit. Good Lord! You don’t want her in the house!
Sydney. [Calmly] I must take her off Mother sometimes. That’s only fair. But she shan’t worry you.
Kit. I say, you’re going to have things your own way, aren’t you?
Sydney. But of course I am, darling.
Kit. [Heavily] But look here—marriage is a sort of mutual show, isn’t it? We’ve got to pull together.
Sydney. Of course.
Kit. But suppose we come to a cross-roads, so to speak?