DORA: 'Ere's one of a little boy—
OLIVIA: How extraordinary….
HUBERT: What?
OLIVIA: It's himself.
DORA: The little Eton collar…. Oh, dear … ever so sweet, isn't it?
MRS. TERENCE: Now that's what I call a real innocent face….
HUBERT (going to the centre of the room): Well, that's that….
OLIVIA: Wait a minute, wasn't there another one? (Seeing the hat-box) Oh, yes….
HUBERT (lifting it on to a chair): Oh, this; yes….
DORA: Old-fashioned, isn't it?
MRS. TERENCE: I should think he got it from a box-room at the
Tallboys—