"Yes, I can't stand 'em. Cecily let me in to-night ... on a chap's birthday, too. She might have chosen the Empire!"
"They're all right. Better than theatres anyhow. I like to see girls dancing and ... and ... all that kind of thing!"
A bell rang, warning them that the second act was about to begin.
"I suppose we ought to go back," said Henry, putting his glass down. He had barely touched the whisky and soda.
"No hurry," Lord Jasper replied. "No hurry. And you haven't drunk your whisky? Cecily's quite happy with that chap, Farlow.... I don't like him myself ... oh, I say, he's a pal of yours, isn't he? Well, it doesn't matter now. I don't like him, and he doesn't like me. I know he doesn't. I can always tell a chap doesn't like me because I generally don't like him. Have another, will you?"
Henry shook his head.
"I think we ought to be getting back," he said, "I hate disturbing people after the curtain's gone up!"
"You don't want to see that rotten play, do you? Look here ... I've forgotten your name! Sorry!..."
"Quinn. Henry Quinn!"