[Stamping her foot.] Don't say temper to me, Paradine.
[She walks up and down angrily. Paradine
sits at the piano and with one finger strums
"Rule Britannia."
Mereston.
Shut up.
[He takes a book, flings it at his head and
misses.
Fouldes.
Good shot, sir.
Lady Frederick.
I often wonder how you got your reputation for wit, Paradine.
Fouldes.