mr. prestige. [Pathetically.] All our family always has got drunk at weddings.
abud. [In remonstrance.] Please, uncle.
carnaby. Mr. Crowe . . I have been much to blame for not seeking you sooner.
mr. crowe. [Mollified.] Shake hands.
carnaby. [Offering his with some difficulty.] My arm is stiff . . from an accident. This is a maid's marriage, I assure you.
mr. prestige. [Open mouthed to dr. remnant.] One could hang bacon here!
dolly. [Very high and mighty.] The family don't.
carnaby. [To his father.] And won't you apologise for your remarks to Mr. Crowe, sir?
lady leete. [Demanding.] Snuff!
carnaby. And your box to my mother, sir.