He's an anomaly in this juvenile century. He's an ancient Roman who buys his clothes in Savile Row. An eagle caged with a colony of canaries.
Mrs. Crowley.
Then he's very much in the way in England, and it's much better for him that he should go back to Africa.
Dick.
This time to-morrow he'll be half-way down the channel.
Mrs. Crowley.
I'm really beginning to think you're a perfect angel, Mr. Lomas.
Dick.
Don't say that, it makes me feel so middle-aged. I'd much sooner be a young sinner than an elderly cherub.
Mrs. Crowley.