Parker-Jennings.

You leave it to me, my dear. If money can do it.... I say, ’is lordship lapped up that ’ock of mine at luncheon, didn’t he?

Mrs. Parker-Jennings.

I wish you could get out of that ’abit of yours of always looking at what people eat and drink. And what if he did lap it up. You didn’t put it there for people to look at, did you?

Vincent.

I say, Ethel, you needn’t have turned your back on him all the time.

Ethel.

I thought he drank too much.

Vincent.

Your ideas are so beastly middle-class. You mustn’t expect a man like Serlo to do things like—like the people we used to know at....