lord john. I've seen Turks.
carnaby. Horrible . . . horrible! Sit down, Carp.
lord john sits on the fountain rim, george begins to pace restlessly; he has been nursing the candlestick ever since tatton handed it to him.
carnaby. George, you look damned ridiculous strutting arm-in-arm with that candlestick.
george. I am ridiculous.
carnaby. If you're cogitating over your wife and her expectations . . .
george paces up the steps and away. There is a pause.
carnaby. D'ye tell stories . . . good ones?
lord john. Sometimes.