[With an ironical politeness which he preserves during all his remarks to Charles.] Pray don’t let us disturb you. I shall never forgive myself if I think I’ve interrupted your nap.
Charles.
Shall I take your hat, sir?
Gerald.
It’s very kind of you. I shouldn’t like you to put yourself out.
Freddie.
[Sitting down.] By Jove, what a ripping chair! No wonder that Charles went to sleep.
Charles.
Mr. Rixon has just been, sir. He’s gone on to the club.
Gerald.