Gerald.
You scintillate, Charles, but I deplore your tendency to digress.
Charles.
I beg pardon, sir. As you was the second son of an honourable and very well connected, I didn’t mind stretching a point. If I may say so, your father was almost a nobleman.
Gerald.
The consequence is, however, that I was brought up without in the least knowing how to earn my living. I belong to that vast army of younger sons whose sole means of livelihood is a connection with a peer of the realm and such mother-wit as Dame Nature has provided them with.
[A ring is heard.
Charles.
There’s some one at the door, sir. Are you at home?
Gerald.