Pil. You seem to ignore poor Lord Huntworth.
Dor. Didn't know Huntworth—did know Bob. He once lent me a monkey when I wanted it badly—lent it when he wanted it badly. Devilish good chap!
Pil. Tut! tut!
Dor. Beg pardon, sir—slipped out.
Lucy. Did you know Lady Huntworth, Jack? (crosses to R. and sits under tree)
Dor. No. Heard she was a nice woman.
Pil. Nice?
Dor. So fellahs who met her used to say.
Miss P. But I always understood the suit was undefended.
Pil. Entirely undefended.