Ned. For mercy’s sake! The doctor’s coming to dinner; he’ll preach quite enough.
Lucy. To do him justice, Ned, he doesn’t talk at dinner.
Ned. To do the dinner justice, he does not.
Lucy. Won’t you stay, Mr. Potter?
Ned. Do. I shan’t work any more to-day.
Tom. Thank you. I don’t dine as a rule, but I’ll make an exception.
Ned. That’s right. You can keep Lucy company while I go and dress. I shan’t be very long. (Exit, L.)
Lucy. See where we’ve hung your wedding present. (indicating the picture, R.)
Tom. Yes—I was looking at my knights—thinking how like Sir Humphrey is to them. Do you know, he’s never seen me since the day I left his house? I’ve tried to get at him a dozen times, but he won’t give me a chance of explaining myself. He sees one side of the shield and won’t look at the other.
Lucy. I know he was very much annoyed with you.