Stuart (laughing). Pity you can’t hire some one to kill your disagreeable companion. I wonder if a jury wouldn’t bring in a verdict of justifiable homicide, if you drowned or hung him.
Fred. I’d like to!
Stuart. Curious. Such a dinner, even when I know it’s to be followed by a ball, always puts me in a beatific state of mind.
Fred (wearily). I thought it very long and tedious.
Stuart. And what is worse, you looked it. You looked as glum all through as if you were waiting for the last trump.
Fred (crossly). It wasn’t the last trump I was waiting for. I was—
Stuart (interrupting). No, I misworded my sentence. You were waiting for the last of Van Tromp.
Fred. Oh, pshaw!
[Rises and crosses to r. angrily.
Stuart (laughing). You don’t seem to enjoy my pun?