Etchingham.
By Jove, I’d forgotten all about them. I say, George, you made a mistake in letting them come.
George Winter.
And I’ve told Lady Francis that we shall want this room to ourselves, and no one’s to come in without knocking at the door.
Etchingham.
By the way, was it you who sent for Bennett?
George Winter.
It was. Your gout has come in very handy. Sit down, Fred. We’d better make ourselves cosy. Quite comfortable, Etchingham?
Etchingham.
Quite, thank you.