Dor. How much? (rises, crosses C.) Well, I'm a bad hand at explaining things.
Lucy. For instance, would you give up a big thing for my sake?
Dor. What sort of big thing?
Lucy. An Empire?
Dor. Oh, yes.
Lucy. A peerage?
Dor. Oh, Lord, yes!
Lucy. Would you give up—a dish of parsley?
Dor. (long puzzled look) What do you mean? I—don't understand.
Lucy. You're a humbug!