Dor. Not to a day or so.
Pil. Have you settled on the week or the month?
Dor. No, we haven't got as far as that. But something was said about the autumn.
Lucy. The late autumn.
Pil. (has been leaning his arm on the table—now sits up and faces them) The late autumn! (sits up) But last autumn something was said about the early spring; the question was then relegated to the late summer. This is July, and where are we? (he leans back and is about to rest his arm on table, but Gandy has just removed it, with the result that he loses his balance and comes on his hand. Dorvaston goes to his assistance)
Dor. Allow me, sir!
Pil. Thank you. I was unaware that Gandy had removed the table. But, to resume what I was saying—can you give me any definite information?
Dor. You see, sir, I haven't worried Lucy, because I know girls are apt to be a bit—a bit——
Pil. Well?
Dor. Noosance! I've lost a word. Girls are apt to be a bit——