”—The dinner!”
“Claud, darling, don’t use such dreadful language. But please get up now, and let me brush your hair. Your father is so angry and violent because you are keeping him waiting. Pray come down at once.”
“Shan’t!”
“Claud, dearest, you shouldn’t say that. Please come down.”
“Shan’t, I tell you. Be off, and don’t bother me.”
“I am so sorry, my dear, but I must. He sent me up, dear.”
“I—shan’t—come—down. There!”
“But Claud, my dear, he is so angry. I dare not go without you. What am I to say?”
“Tell him I say he’s an old beast.”
“Oh, Claud, I can’t go and tell him that. You shouldn’t—you shouldn’t, indeed.”