Oh! When it's just a quiet little dinner in his own rooms! If it had been the Carlton, now!
Professor Futvoye.
He proposed to entertain us at the Carlton at first—but I stopped that. It all bears out what I say—that he has absolutely no sense of the value of——
Mrs. Futvoye.
[Interposing calmly.] There, Anthony, that's enough! Horace is engaged to Sylvia—and the most sensible thing we can do is to make the best of it.
Professor Futvoye.
[Rising and moving to the right.] I am making the best of it, Sophia! If Ventimore was like Spencer Pringle, now!——
Sylvia.
He would never have been engaged to me!
Professor Futvoye.