(Faith powders her nose, etc.)
Mrs. Dermott. I've just received the oddest telegram. We met the boy in the drive. Do listen, I can't understand it. (She reads.) "Come to lunch Monday and discuss Royalties—Claverton." What does it all mean?
Bobbie. It's not for you, it's for Vangy. Claverton's her publisher.
Mrs. Dermott. What on earth do they want to discuss Royalties for. It sounds so snobbish.
Bobbie (laughing). Mother, at times you're inimitable. Royalties means money, so much per cent., you know. We've explained it heaps of times.
Mrs. Dermott. Of course, dear, how stupid of me; but still it is very muddling, when they call things by fancy names like that. Put it on the mantelpiece and give it to Vangy when she comes in.
(She disappears.)
Bobbie. Mother never will grasp the smallest technicality.
(Coming down to fireplace, he puts the telegram on the mantelpiece.)
Faith. You were going to tell me something.