Peyton.
Golightly.
Hulloa, Davenport! [To his wife.] My dear, you’re the last person I expected to find here. I thought there was a meeting of the Missionary Society at the Albert Hall.
[Peyton comes in with a tray on which are tea-things, a glass of barley-water, and a copy of the “Athenæum.”
Mrs. Golightly.
Oh, thank you.
Peyton.
[To Golightly.] Mrs. O’Farrell said, will you have a glass of barley-water, sir?
Golightly.