C.-C. And she took it as a matter of course. How long do you suppose he’s been getting tight every night? Do you think he was like that thirty years ago? Can you imagine that that was a brilliant young man, whom everyone expected to be Prime Minister? Look at him now. A grumpy sodden old fellow with false teeth.
Elizabeth. You have false teeth, too.
C.-C. Yes, but damn it all, they fit. She’s ruined him and she knows she’s ruined him.
Elizabeth. [Looking at him suspiciously.] Why are you saying all this to me?
C.-C. Am I hurting your feelings?
Elizabeth. I think I’ve had enough for the present.
C.-C. I’ll go and have a look at the gold-fish. I want to see Arnold when he comes in. [Politely.] I’m afraid we’ve been boring Mr. Luton.
Teddie. Not at all.
C.-C. When are you going back to the F.M.S.?