Blenkinsop.
I’m beginning to think you’re capable of anything.
Mrs. Dot.
But don’t you see, you idiot, that I want to marry Gerald Hollington? And I’m eating my heart out.
Blenkinsop.
[Crossly.] It’s evidently a diet that agrees with you. You’re growing fat on it.
Mrs. Dot.
Don’t be spiteful. I’ve not gained half a pound in the last five years.
Aunt Eliza.
And how on earth are you going to get Freddie and Nellie Sellenger to use this licence?