Mr. Settee (nervously). I've thought of a word. How would—er—"Familiar" do?
Mr. Wh. (severely). Now, really, Settee, do try not to footle like this!
[Mr. Settee subsides amidst general disapproval.
Mr. Flinders (with a flash of genius). I've got it—Gamboge!
Mr. Wh. Gamboge, eh? Let's see how that would work:—"Gam"-"booge." How do you see it yourself?
[Mr. Flinders discovers on reflection, that he doesn't see it, and the suggestion is allowed to drop.
Miss Pelagia Rhys. I've an idea. Familiar! "Fame"-"ill"-"liar," you know.
[Chorus of applause.
Mr. Wh. Capital! The very thing—congratulate you, Miss Rhys!
Mr. Settee (sotto voce). But I say, look here, I suggested that, you know, and you said—!