Catherine.
Mother, can’t you protect me from this?
Lady Francis.
My dear, your husband is six feet high, and broad in proportion. I’ll tell Thompson to kick him downstairs if you like....
George Winter.
But it’s not a job that any well-regulated butler would enjoy.
[The Butler comes in, and waits for an order.
George Winter.
Oh, Thompson, I’m expecting three gentlemen here at five o’clock. You’ll show them into the library, and let me know the moment they come.