Mrs. Parker-Jennings.

I wish you were a little more like your brother, Ethel. He knows ’ow to live up to ’is position.

Vincent.

Aitches, mater, aitches.

Mrs. Parker-Jennings.

Oh, you always say I drop my aitches, Vincent. Well, if I do I can afford it.

Vincent.

You’re wrong, mater, only the aristocracy can afford to drop their aitches.

Mrs. Parker-Jennings.

Oh, well, p’raps we shall be aristocracy one of these days, eh, Robert?