Mrs. Fergusson.
For the last month you’ve bored me to extinction. I’ve done everything in my power to show you except say it right out.
Dickie.
I’m afraid I’ve been very dense.
Mrs. Fergusson.
Dreadfully dense.
Dickie.
But it was good of you to spare my feelings.
Mrs. Fergusson.
[With an amiable smile.] D’you think it would be rude if I described you in your own words as a conceited ass?