Tromper!
TROMPER (swelling with righteous wrath and the desire to say “I’m as good as you are” but afraid to insult Magnus’s son-in-law) I’ll eat at the Club here—thank you. (Stalks forward in dignity)
MAGNUS
Tromper! (Tromper is immediately extinguished) Come along!
[They go out.
ONFROY (to Judge Critty)
Olive’s expecting you, too. Don’t mind what I said. Go ahead. Poo-bah!
JUDGE CRITTY
I take you with the usual salt, Onfroy. (Recovers his dignity by having thus made light of Onfroy) Professor!
VANILLITY (to Agnus)