Jenny.
[Flushing angrily.] He says you're a damned snob.
Basil.
Is that all? I could have invented far worse things than that to say of myself.... [With a change of tone.] You know, Jenny, it's not worth while to worry ourselves about such trifles. One can't force oneself to like people. I'm very sorry that I can't stand your relations. Why on earth don't you resign yourself and make the best of it?
Jenny.
[Vindictively.] You don't think they're good enough for you to associate with because they're not in swell positions.
Basil.
My dear Jenny, I don't in the least object to their being grocers and haberdashers. I only wish they'd sell us things at cost price.
Jenny.
Jimmie isn't a grocer or a haberdasher. He's an auctioneer's clerk.