Charles.
Begging your pardon, sir, I looked you up in the Peerage before I accepted the situation.
Gerald.
It rejoices me to learn that your investigations were satisfactory.
Charles.
Well, sir, always having lived before with titled gentlemen, I felt I owed it to myself to be careful.
Gerald.
I am overpowered by your condescension, Charles. It never occurred to me that you were taking my character while I was taking yours.
Charles.
If servants wanted as good characters from masters as masters want from servants, I ’ave an idea that many gentlemen would ’ave to clean their own boots.