tregoning. Are you sure, Booth?
major booth voysey. Shut up. I was going to say when my young cub of a brother-in-law-to-be interrupted me, that Training, for which we all have to be thankful to you, Sir, has much to do with it. [suddenly he pulls his trousers against his legs.] I say, I'm scorching! D'you want another cigar, Denis?
tregoning. No, thank you.
major booth voysey. I do.
And he glances round, but tregoning sees a box on the table and reaches it. The Vicar gets up.
mr. colpus. M-m-m-must be taking my departure.
mr. voysey. Already!
major booth voysey. [frowning upon the cigar box.] No, not those. Where are the Ramon Allones? What on earth has Honor done with them?
mr. voysey. Spare time for a chat with Mrs. Voysey before you go. She has ideas about a children's tea fight.
mr. colpus. Certainly I will.