Lady Kitty. Nonsense! I’d have India.
Porteous. I would never have given you India.
Lady Kitty. You would have given me India.
Porteous. I tell you I wouldn’t.
Lady Kitty. The King would have given me India. The nation would have insisted on my having India. I would have been a vice-reine or nothing.
Porteous. I tell you that as long as the interests of the British Empire—Damn it all, my teeth are coming out!
[He hurries from the room.
Lady Kitty. It’s too much. I can’t bear it any more. I’ve put up with him for thirty years and now I’m at the end of my tether.
C.-C. Calm yourself, my dear Kitty.