mr. voysey. [candidly.] True!
mr. george booth. He'll never gain that.
mr. voysey. I fear you dislike Edward.
mr. george booth. [with pleasant frankness.] Yes, I do.
mr. voysey. That's a pity.
mr. george booth. [with a flattering smile.] Well, he's not his father and never will be. What's the time?
mr. voysey. [with inappropriate thoughtfulness.] Twenty to ten.
mr. george booth. I must be trotting.
mr. voysey. It's very early.
mr. george booth. Oh, and I've not said a word to Mrs. Voysey . .