TWEENY. I took my bit of supper with—with Daddy and Polly and the rest.
(Vae victis.)
ERNEST (leaping into the breach). Dear old Daddy—he was our monkey. You remember our monkey, Agatha?
AGATHA. Rather! What a funny old darling he was.
CATHERINE (thus encouraged). And don’t you think Polly was the sweetest little parrot, Mary?
LADY BROCKLEHURST. Ah! I understand; animals you had domesticated?
LORD LOAM (heavily). Quite so—quite so.
LADY BROCKLEHURST. The servants’ teas that used to take place here once a month—
CRICHTON. They did not seem natural on the island, my lady, and were discontinued by the Gov.‘s orders.
LORD BROCKLEHURST. A clear proof, Loam, that they were a mistake here.