Eh, what?
Mereston.
I don't think he got much out of me.
Fouldes.
[Good-naturedly.] All I wanted, dear boy. There's no one so transparent as the person who thinks he's devilish deep. By the way, what's the time?
Gerald.
About eleven, isn't it?
Fouldes.
Ah! How old are you, Charlie?
Mereston.