Gerald.
My dear fellow, if I hadn’t the best temper in the world, I should kick you.
Blenkinsop.
You’d far better go and lie down. You’ll only say something which you’ll regret.
Gerald.
I suppose you’re not for a moment under the impression that Mrs. Dot cares twopence about you.
Blenkinsop.
May I ask how that can in the least concern you?
Gerald.
Mrs. Dot is an old friend of mine. I’m not going to see her made ridiculous by a conceited nincompoop.