Lord William: I really don’t know one street from another.
Molyneux: There isn’t very much variety.
Lord William: Jordan wasn’t the sort of man to get as far even as a circus. Now in my day it wasn’t etiquette to begin lower than a circus-rider.
Molyneux: We didn’t know what economy meant.
Lord William: If Jordan was drunk he was probably quite right to pick without choosing. At the time he could tell nothing, and by morning his purse must have been his sole criterion.
Ann (who has been listening to the conversation with ever-increasing anguish and now rises): It’s not true!
[There is a dead silence.
Ann: It is a wicked shameful lie.
Lord William: There is our little Ann up in arms to defend her friends. Very laudable, very characteristic. Nothing but saints in your world, eh, Ann?