CHAR. They don’t have Bobbies for burgles in these sort of places, only for rows. And we don’t have rows. We’re too respectable.
LILY. I think it’s so mean of burglars to come to people like us.
CHAR. [with a burst of laughter.] Let ’em go to Portman Square, you say?
LILY. Well, of course, it’s wrong to steal at all; but it doesn’t seem quite so bad. [She stops, a little confused.]
TENNANT. Of course it isn’t.
CHAR. [lying back comfortably in his chair.] Going away Sunday?
TENNANT. No—the fact is—
LILY. Maggie is coming round this afternoon. Shall we ask the Leslies for whist to-night?
CHAR. All right. Don’t make it too early, though. [Looking out of the French windows into the garden.] I’ve got to get in my peas.