Mallins.
May we smoke here, Bobby?
Boulger.
Certainly. Dick insisted that this room should be particularly reserved for that purpose.
[The Butler comes in with a small silver salver, and takes up one or two dirty glasses.
Dick.
Lady Kelsey is the most admirable of all hostesses.
Alec.
[Taking a cigarette from his case.] Give me a match, Bobby, there's a good boy. [Boulger, with his back turned to Alec, takes no notice. He pours himself out some whiskey. Alec smiles slightly.] Bobby, throw me over the matches!
Boulger.