[Enter phipps with drinks.]
phipps. [Hands hock and seltzer to sir robert chiltern.] Hock and seltzer, sir.
sir robert chiltern. Thank you.
lord goring. Is your carriage here, Robert?
sir robert chiltern. No; I walked from the club.
lord goring. Sir Robert will take my cab, Phipps.
phipps. Yes, my lord. [Exit.]
lord goring. Robert, you don’t mind my sending you away?
sir robert chiltern. Arthur, you must let me stay for five minutes. I have made up my mind what I am going to do to-night in the House. The debate on the Argentine Canal is to begin at eleven. [A chair falls in the drawing-room.] What is that?
lord goring. Nothing.