When I suggested to Lord Francis that it would be more convenient for you to come here, he put his house at my disposal. My wife is staying here, you know. We’re doing up the house in Portman Square, and she can’t stand the smell of paint.
Boyce.
[Anxious to make things easy.] Naturally. I don’t like it myself.
George Winter.
How is your wife, Mr. Swalecliffe? Well, I trust.
Swalecliffe.
Thank you.
George Winter.
And the children?
Swalecliffe.