Florence
All his officers and people; he’s in the Brigade.
Nicky
[Holding photograph away from him and scrutinizing it through half-closed eyes]
Now that one really is enchanting—they’ve got your hair beautifully. Oh, yes, my dear, it’s perfect——
Florence
[Complacently]
It is good. She’s sweet—Madame Henderson, she simply won’t hear of my paying for these—she says it’s quite sufficient to be allowed to exhibit them in the window.
Nicky
Is anyone dining this evening?