George. Ye gods! to think of a mother with a marriageable daughter not understanding the peerage!
Helen. I won’t be slandered by you. Marriageable daughter, indeed!
Rose (scornfully). Yes, isn’t that a regular man’s view of it?
Dennis. Well, I think it’s very creditable to be without a peer.
Amy. That depends on how you appear.
Rose. And that depends on your appear age.
George (pityingly). Don’t notice them; they’re quite harmless. Speaking of the peerage, though, did any of you see Labouchere’s screed in “Truth”?
Mrs. W. I haven’t, for one—what was it?
George. Bass, the proprietor of the pale ale, has just been made a baron, and this was an editorial on the “Last Addition to the Beerage.”
Amy. Mrs. Wycherly, do let me have the letter: I want to see what kind of a hand he writes.