But
doing anything in one sounds rather clever. So I say hooray, too.
TOMMY. I wish you'd let me teach you, Miss Farringdon. Lots of
people begin when they're frightfully old.
LETTY (to WENTWORTH). This is one of Tommy's polite days.
GERALD. Mr. Todd's famous old-world courtesy is the talk of many a
salon.
MISS FARRINGDON (to TOMMY). Don't you mind them. I _am_ frightfully
old. I am very proud of it. I hope you'll all live to be as old as
I am.
GERALD. I only hope we shall be half as nice.
MISS FARRINGDON. Gerald being charming as usual.
GERALD (firmly). I will also add that I hope we shall be kinder to
our great-nephews than some.
LETTY (putting her arm in his). Diddums!
GERALD. Yes, I did. I am very much hurt.
TOMMY. I say, you know, Miss Farringdon, I never meant--
LETTY. I love Tommy when he apologizes.
[Enter SIR JAMES and LADY FARRINGDON from the door to front of the
staircase. SIR JAMES, in a country check-suit, is a man of no
particular brain and no ideas, but he has an unconquerable belief
in himself, and a very genuine pride in, and admiration of, GERALD.
His grey hair is bald on the top, and he is clean-shaven except for
a hint of whisker. He might pass for a retired Captain R. N., and
he has something of the quarter-deck manner, so that even a remark
on the weather is listened to with attention.
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