SIR HARRY. [With dignity.] You can go. The mere thought that only a few flights of stairs separates such as you from my innocent children——
[He will never know why a new light has come into her face.
KATE. [Slowly.] You have children?
SIR HARRY. [Inflated.] Two. [He wonders why she is so long in answering.
KATE. [Resorting to impertinence.] Such a nice number.
SIR HARRY. [With an extra turn of the screw.] Both boys.
KATE. Successful in everything. Are they like you, Sir Harry?
SIR HARRY. [Expanding.] They are very like me.
KATE. That's nice. [Even on such a subject as this she can be ribald.
SIR HARRY. Will you please to go.