I suppose you, too, think Fred Allerton little better than a scamp?
Dick.
My dear lady, when a man has had to leave his club because he plays cards too well, it's at least permissible to suppose that there's something odd about him.
Mrs. Crowley.
Here's Lady Kelsey. For heaven's sake try and amuse her a little.
[Lady Kelsey comes back into the room.
Lady Kelsey.
Oh, Dick, I'm so full of my own troubles, I forgot to ask about yours. I'm so sorry to hear that you're ill.
Dick.
On the contrary, I'm in the very best of health.