alice. I'm always well and nearly always happy.
major booth returns. He has the right sort of cigar in his mouth and is considerably mollified.
alice. You found them?
major booth voysey. Of course, they were there. Thank you very much, Alice. Now I want a knife.
alice. I must present you with a cigar-cutter, Booth.
major booth voysey. I hate 'em. [he eyes the dessert disparagingly.] Nothing but silver ones.
edward hands him a carefully opened pocket knife.
Thank you, Edward. And I must take one of the candles. Something's gone wrong with the library ventilator and you never can see a thing in that room.
alice. Is Mrs. Hugh there?