[With a laugh.] I’m not sorry to miss him. One’s solicitor seldom has any good news to bring one.
Charles.
Will you have the whiskey and soda, sir?
Gerald.
If it wouldn’t give you too much trouble.
[Charles goes out, and Gerald hands the cigarette box to Blenkinsop and Freddie.
Gerald.
Sit down and make yourself comfortable, James.
Blenkinsop.
To do that is one of the few principles I’ve adhered to in the course of an easy and unadventurous life.