Walter Kent. [With a none-of-your-impudence air.] I'll give you ten yards start and race you to the billiard room.
Lucy Davenport. Will you wear my skirt? Oh ... Grandmamma's thinking me vulgar.
Lady Davenport. [Without prejudice.] Why, my dear, freedom of limb is worth having ... and perhaps it fits better with freedom of tongue.
Farrant. [In the proper avuncular tone.] I'll play you both ... and I'd race you both if you weren't so disgracefully young.
Amy O'Connell has reached an open window.
Amy O'Connell. I shall go for a walk with my neuralgia.
Mrs. Farrant. Poor thing!
Amy O'Connell. The moon's good for it.
Lucy Davenport. Shall you come, Aunt Julia?
Mrs. Farrant. [In flat protest.] No, I will not sit up while you play billiards.