Bill!
Bill.
Well, he must have seen me kiss you. I don’t half like it.
Lady Patricia.
How very bourgeois you are!
Bill.
Well, I don’t know about that. But——
Lady Patricia.
Not bourgeois, then! No, no! Young and self-conscious! Fancy getting red and embarrassed because a gardener saw you looking affectionate!... Dear, dear boy!... Now sit down again and listen. I caught an impression of the sunset yesterday, a few lines, but I believe they are precious—not precieux—precious in the true sense of the word.... Don’t you hate this modern artistic jargon?
Bill.