Porteous. [To Champion-Cheney.] I wish you wouldn’t breathe down my neck. I never can play bridge when there’s somebody breathing down my neck.
[The party have risen from the bridge-table, and they scatter about the room.
Anna. Well, I’m going to take a book and lie down in the hammock till it’s time to dress.
Teddie. [Who has been adding up.] I’ll put it down in the book, shall I?
Porteous. [Who has not moved, setting out the cards for a patience.] Yes, yes, put it down. I never revoke.
[Anna goes out.
Lady Kitty. Would you like to come for a little stroll, Hughie?
Porteous. What for?
Lady Kitty. Exercise.