(Rising.) There is no jade ornament too large for him to swallow on him that I can see.
Varlie.
Naturally! It grieves me that you should be so inured to deception, young man, that you should doubt my word.
Minister.
There, there. It was all a fancy. But you and I and the Duchess can forgive a pretty girl more than this, can’t we, Mr., Mr.——
Varlie.
Dr. Chapman, sir. Now your myrmidons can unhand me, I reckon.
(Smithers hesitates to give the order.)
Loveday.