Splurge: I think so, sir. I think they call on one another like that in the country.
Sladder: Good lord, whatever for? (To Butler.) O, yes. I'll see him, I'll see him.
Butler: Very good, sir, I'll inform him so, sir.
[Exit.
Sladder: I say, Splurge, I suppose I've got to have a butler, and all that, eh?
Splurge: O, yes, sir. One at least. It's quite necessary.
Sladder: You—you couldn't have bought me a cheerfuller one now, could you?
Splurge: I'm afraid not, sir. If you were to take all this too lightheartedly, the other landowners would hardly like it, you know.
Sladder: O, well! O, well! What kind of man is this Hippanthigh that's coming?
Splurge: He's the man that quarrels with the bishop, sir.