I wish you wouldn't gamble, Charlie dear.

Mereston.

My dear mother, I've only lost ten thousand francs.

Lady Frederick.

[To Paradine Fouldes.] I see you're in your usual robust health.

Fouldes.

You needn't throw it in my face. I shall probably be very unwell to-morrow.

Lady Frederick.

D'you know Admiral Carlisle? This is my brother Gerald.

Fouldes.