"If I look calm, my looks belie me. I assure you I never felt less calm in my life."
"What on earth is the matter?"
"You won't have some breakfast?"
"Breakfast at half-past eleven! No thank you."
"Well, then, take a cigarette, pull up that chair to the fire, and listen—and don't play the fool; this is serious."
"Fire away."
"I want your legal advice, Guy, though I suppose you'll tell me I need a solicitor, not a barrister. I wish to get a divorce."
"A divorce? Why, Cyril, I am awfully sorry. I had heard that your marriage hadn't turned out any too well, but I had no idea it was as bad as that. You have proof, I suppose."
"Ample."
"Tell me the particulars. I never have heard anything against your wife's character."