Horace. I’ve ordered nothing but a little peace and quiet which doesn’t come at my call.
Aunt. Well, why not? Horace, why have you not ordered a cab?
Horace. Oh, bother! Don’t interrupt, for goodness’ sake!
Aunt. (Snatches his paper away and throws it over her shoulder) Why haven’t you ordered a cab?
Horace. Why should I order a cab?
Aunt. It is the very least you could do. Go and order one at once, please.
Horace. Where are the servants?
Aunt. Bella is not engaged to run errands outside the house. I daren’t ask cook, and Jane has company.
Horace. Well, give her company a bob and let him go.
Aunt. Her company, as it happens, is not a he. You must go.