George.
Nothing, except that you always ask them to all our dinner parties. And as gentlepeople have a curious prejudice against sitting down to dinner with a plumber and glazier, it somewhat narrows our circle of acquaintance.
Esther.
But Sam isn’t a working plumber now. He has a shop of his own—quite a large shop. And their house is just as good as ours. The furniture is better. Sam bought Polly a new carpet for the drawing-room only last week. It cost fourteen pounds. And our drawing-room carpet is dreadfully shabby.
George.
I’m glad they’re getting on so well. [With a flicker of hope.] Do you think there’s any chance, as they grow more prosperous, of their “dropping” us?
Esther.
[Indignantly.] How can you think of such a thing!
George.
[Sighing.] I was afraid not.