Good heavens, I must have been reading the headings of a copy-book.
Mrs. Crowley.
[To Dick.] Are you going to Southampton to see Mr. Mackenzie off?
Dick.
I shall hide my face on his shoulder and weep salt tears. It'll be most affecting, because in moments of emotion I always burst into epigram.
Alec.
I loathe all solemn leave-takings. I prefer to part from people with a nod and a smile, whether I'm going for ever or for a day to Brighton.
Mrs. Crowley.
You're very hard.
Alec.