Splurge: I'm having it well advertised, sir.
Sladder: Not so fast. What if they won't eat it?
Splurge: O, they'll eat it all right when it's advertised, sir. They eat everything that's advertised.
Sladder: What if they can't eat it, Splurge?
Splurge: Can't, sir?
Sladder: Send for my daughter.
Splurge: Yes, sir. (He rises and goes to the door.)
Sladder: The battle of Waterloo was won on the playing fields of some damned place. A million of money will be won or lost in this house in five minutes.
Splurge: In this house, sir?
Sladder: Yes, in Ermyntrude's sitting-room. Send for her.