lord arthur. My chaise round?
dimmuck. I've but just ordered it, my lord. Your lordship's man has give me your boots.
lord arthur. Does it snow?
dimmuck. Rather rain than snow.
lord arthur takes up the newspaper.
dimmuck. Yesterday's, my lord.
lord arthur. I've seen it. The mails don't hurry hereabouts. Can I be in London by the morning?
dimmuck. I should say you might be, my lord.
lord arthur sits by the fire, while dimmuck takes off his pumps and starts to put on his boots.