There you are at last! This is a pretty kettle of fish.

Vincent.

Mother, for heaven’s sake don’t be vulgar.

Mrs. Parker-Jennings.

Oh, I can’t be refined now. If I’m vulgar, I can’t ’elp it.

Holland.

But what is the matter?

Mrs. Parker-Jennings.

Good heavens, he’s the matter. He won’t go.

Lady Wanley.