Cobbett.
[Rather sulkily.] “I can’t reach that top note.”
Mrs. Insoley.
I wondered why you were trying.... Why are you hiding behind that sofa, Archibald? Do you not intend to kiss your mother?
Archibald.
I’m delighted to see you, my dear mother.
[He kisses her on the forehead.
Mrs. Insoley.
I’m rather surprised to see a clergyman at a dinner-party on a Sunday night.
Archibald.