I’ve been lettin’ Jennings’ Patent Hardware stand me a lunch. My word, that old woman’s so vulgar she just about takes the roof of your head off.
Holland.
Why do you lunch with people you thoroughly despise?
Serlo.
Despise ’em! I don’t despise people who’ve got eighty thousand a year. They’re trying to hook me for their girl.
Holland.
And are you proposing to—throw yourself away?
Serlo.
She’s a very neat-steppin’ little filly—swallowed a poker in her childhood—regrettable accident in the nursery, don’t you know, but sound in wind and limb and all that sort of thing.
Lady Wanley.