Aunt. Mr. Dicey.
Horace. What, Arthur Dicey? That Stock Exchange fellow?
Aunt. A charming young man.
Horace. A brainless idiot!
Aunt. A perfect gentleman, and besides, I hear he is enormously rich.
Minnie. How kind and thoughtful of him! He always seems to be doing the right thing just at the right moment.
Horace. Minnie, I don’t at all care that you should go with this fellow to-night. He is not at all the kind of man I wish you to be seen going about with.
Minnie. He is always so attentive.
Horace. I dare say he is. I don’t choose that you go with him.
Aunt. What dog-in-the-manger attitude is this? You won’t take her yourself nor let anyone else.