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.