Great. I'm relieved to hear it. I can't see you wheedling money for shelters and rot of that sort out of retired grocers.
Miss L. You see, you call it rot. We couldn't have got £8,000 out of you.
Great. (very low). I'm not sure.
(Miss Levering looks at him.)
Great. If I gave you that much—for your little projects—what would you give me?
Miss L. (speaking quietly). Soper didn't ask that.
Great. (horrified). Soper! I should think not!
Lord J. (turning to Miss Levering). Soper? You two still talking Soper? How flattered the old beggar'd be!
Lord J. (lower). Did you hear what Mrs. Heriot said about him? "So kind; so munificent—so vulgar, poor soul, we couldn't know him in London—but we shall meet him in heaven."