Talk of a man like that running the State.
He'd better learn to run his business first.
(George Egerton, looking spick and span, comes out of the mill-yard, putting on one of his gloves. He glances at Dicey and his companions as they pass in. Suddenly he turns and whistles after them and saunters back into the mill-yard as if to speak with them)
George Egerton.
(Coming out a little later)
O Jack, will you tell mother——
Chauffeur.
Yes, sir.
George Egerton.
(Provoked)
What?
Why do you put it that way? Now I've forgot.