C.-C. After all, I am the injured party.
Porteous. How the devil are you the injured party?
C.-C. Well, you did run away with my wife, didn’t you?
Lady Kitty. Now, don’t let’s go into ancient history. I can’t see why we shouldn’t all be friends.
Porteous. I beg you not to interfere, Kitty.
Lady Kitty. I’m very fond of Clive.
Porteous. You never cared two straws for Clive. You only say that to irritate me.
Lady Kitty. Not at all. I don’t see why he shouldn’t come and stay with us.
C.-C. I’d love to. I think Florence in spring-time is delightful. Have you central heating?
Porteous. I never liked you, I don’t like you now, and I never shall like you.