ALGERNON.
To-morrow, Lane, I’m going Bunburying.
LANE.
Yes, sir.
ALGERNON.
I shall probably not be back till Monday. You can put up my dress clothes, my smoking jacket, and all the Bunbury suits . . .
LANE.
Yes, sir. [Handing sherry.]
ALGERNON.
I hope to-morrow will be a fine day, Lane.
LANE.
It never is, sir.
ALGERNON.
Lane, you’re a perfect pessimist.
LANE.
I do my best to give satisfaction, sir.
[Enter Jack. Lane goes off.]
JACK.
There’s a sensible, intellectual girl! the only girl I ever cared for in my life. [Algernon is laughing immoderately.] What on earth are you so amused at?