George. Oh! I don't mind Scott so much. It's having to grind in the holidays that I bar.
Hester (to Roland). Shall you go to the pantomime this year?
Roland. I don't think so. I'm going to lectures at the Royal Institution instead.
Hester. That isn't as jolly as the pantomime, is it?
Roland (impartially). Not while it's going on, but a lot jollier after it's over.
Mr. Poffley (a middle-aged bachelor, who "likes to make himself useful at parties," and is good-naturedly waltzing with little Miss Chillington). Have you—er—been to many parties?
Miss Chillington (a child of the world). About the usual amount. There's generally a good deal going on just now, isn't there?
Mr. Poffley. A—I suppose so. I go out so little now that I've almost forgotten how to dance.
Miss Chillington. Then you did know once!
Mr. Poffley (completely demoralised). I—er—you would rather stop?