“Don’t tell her she is,” said Colin. “The girl’s a nymphomaniac.”
“Darling!” murmured Lady Charles.
“My dear Colin,” said his father, “it really would be a good idea if you stick to the words you understand.”
“Well,” Frid reasoned, “you may thank your lucky stars I am so lovely. After all, looks go a long way on the stage. I may have to keep you all, and in the near future, too.”
“Apropos,” said Henry, “I fancy there’s a bum downstairs, chaps.”
“Oh no!” cried the Lampreys.
“The signs are ominous. I told Stamford you were out, Daddy.”
“Then I suppose I’d better stay in,” muttered Lord Charles. “Who can it be this time? Not Smith & Weekly’s again, surely? I wrote them an admirable letter explaining that—”
“Circumstances over which we had no control,” suggested Stephen.
“I put it better than that, Stephen.”