Arthur.
What isn't?
Henry.
Well, when mother told me at luncheon that the Khedive had applied for an English secretary, I saw by the beady look in her eye that if I didn't get the job she was going to make things unpleasant for somebody.
Christina.
Really, Henry, I don't know what you mean.
Henry.
Well, mother, you're an old dear....
Christina.
Not so old either.