[Sarcastically.] It’s awfully nice of you to say all this, and I can’t tell you how flattered I am.
Gerald.
Dot!
Mrs. Dot.
Only it’s rather late in the day. I’ve promised my hand and heart to James Blenkinsop.
Gerald.
Fiddle!
Mrs. Dot.
[Raising her eyebrows.] I beg your pardon?
Gerald.