Aubrey.
Cayley, you ought to marry. Then you’d realise that there are more important things in the world than soup.
Cayley.
Of course there are, my dear fellow. There’s the fish and the joint.
[Fish of an unattractive kind is handed to him. He takes some.
Aubrey.
Sybarite!
[Cayley looks at his fish dubiously, then leaves it untasted.
Cayley.