Porteous. What? You think that, do you? Well, I daresay there’s something in what you say. These damned Radicals can say what they like, but, by God, Kitty! when a man’s a gentleman—well, damn it all, you know what I mean.
Lady Kitty. I think Clive has degenerated dreadfully since we left him.
Porteous. What do you say to making a bee-line for Italy and going to San Michele?
Lady Kitty. Oh, Hughie! It’s years since we were there.
Porteous. Wouldn’t you like to see it again—just once more?
Lady Kitty. Do you remember the first time we went? It was the most heavenly place I’d ever seen. We’d only left England a month, and I said I’d like to spend all my life there.
Porteous. Of course I remember. And in a fortnight it was yours, lock, stock and barrel.
Lady Kitty. We were very happy there, Hughie.
Porteous. Let’s go back once more.