Mr. Algie. What a pleasure it must be to Paul to have you and the little ones living here. He certainly owes you a debt of gratitude. Man was not born to live alone.
Mrs. Ruttledge. Well, I think we have done him good. He hasn't done anything for years, except mope about the house and cut the bushes into those absurd shapes, and now we are trying to make him live more like other people.
Colonel Lawley. He was always inclined to be a bit of a faddist.
Mrs. Ruttledge. [To Mr. Algie.] Do let me give you a lesson in croquet. I have learned all the new rules. [To Mr. Joyce.] Please bring me that basket of balls. [To Colonel Lawley.] Will you bring me the mallets? Yes, I am afraid he is a faddist. We have done our best for him, but he ought to be more with men.
Mr. Algie. Yes, Mr. Dowler was just saying he ought to try and be made a director of the new railway.
Colonel Lawley. The militia—the militia.
Mr. Joyce. It's a great help to a man to belong to a Masonic Lodge.
Mr. Green. The Horticultural Society is in want of new members.
Mrs. Ruttledge. Well, I wish he would join something.