Gerald.
Every one seems to kiss every one else in this house.
Blenkinsop.
[With effrontery.] You have only to envelop Lady Sellenger in your arms, and the picture will be complete.
Gerald.
Would you kindly explain this incident?
Blenkinsop.
If you’ll allow me to say so, I really can’t see that it’s any business of yours.
Gerald.
[Hotly.] Look here, Blenkinsop, you’ve got no right to play your fool-tricks with Mrs. Dot. She’s a very excitable and thoughtless woman. She’s....