[Frigidly putting up her glasses.] Mrs. Abbott.
Withers.
Hullo, Bob, old man, how are the chicks?
Parker-Jennings.
We’re all in the best of ’ealth, thank you.
Ethel.
[Shaking hands with Mrs. Withers.] I was hoping we should have a chance of speaking to you.
Mrs. Withers.
What a picture you look, my dear! What’s the matter with Vincent? Why are you trying to look as if you’d never seen me before?
Vincent.