COLONEL. [Walking about, and pulling his moustache.] Nell, I won't have it, I simply won't have it.
MRS. HOPE. What rate of interest are these Preference shares to pay?
MRS. GWYN. [Still smiling.] Ten per cent.
MRS. HOPE. What did I tell you, Tom? And are they safe?
MRS. GWYN. You'd better ask Maurice.
MRS. HOPE. There, you see, you call him Maurice! Now supposing your uncle went in for some of them——
COLONEL. [Taking off his hat-in a high, hot voice] I'm not going in for anything of the sort.
MRS. HOPE. Don't swing your hat by the brim! Go and look if you can see him coming!
[The COLONEL goes.]
[In a lower voice.] Your uncle's getting very bald. I 've only shoulder of lamb for lunch, and a salad. It's lucky it's too hot to eat.