Dr. Diana?
Mrs. D. I’ve seen Mrs. Blake. I happened to be looking out as she drove up. There’s no doubt about her respectability. You should see her lace. Oh, Dionysius, real Valenciennes! (crosses, R.)
Dr. I am afraid, my love, that notwithstanding five and twenty years of my companionship, you have still a yearning after the pomps and vanities. And yet it is not the plaiting of hair or the putting on of real Valenciennes that constitutes respectability.
Re-enter Sir Humphrey with Alma Blake.
Alma. Oh, what a charming place.
Sir H. My own taste, plain but comfortable. Permit me to present to you my old friends, Dr. and Mrs. Dozey.
Alma. I am delighted to meet Dr. Dozey.
Mrs. D. (crosses to Alma) With whose sermons no doubt you are acquainted.
Alma. I don’t read sermons, as a rule.