Thank you; then we the heathen must go at once. Clay, let me present you to—— See: he's in dreamland.
MRS. WETHERELL
I wonder if thoughts of dinner can rouse him.
WETHERELL
Not unless you can provide the suitably archaic wild boar, and the flask of canary.
THE MISSES FRANEY
You both look so well! Dreadful, Percy, if you'll believe it. The stewardess said there had not been such a passage for—
MRS. WETHERELL
Hurry, Cornelia. The service is beginning.