lord goring. It is not idiocy, father, I assure you.
lord caversham. What is it then, sir?
lord goring. [After some hesitation.] Well, it is what is called nowadays a high moral tone, father. That is all.
lord caversham. Hate these new-fangled names. Same thing as we used to call idiocy fifty years ago. Shan’t stay in this house any longer.
lord goring. [Taking his arm.] Oh! just go in here for a moment, father. Third palm tree to the left, the usual palm tree.
lord caversham. What, sir?
lord goring. I beg your pardon, father, I forgot. The conservatory, father, the conservatory—there is some one there I want you to talk to.
lord caversham. What about, sir?
lord goring. About me, father.
lord caversham. [Grimly.] Not a subject on which much eloquence is possible.