Simon
Vaguely.
Oh, any papers.
Sorel
I wish you’d confine your biting irony to your caricatures, Simon.
Simon
And I wish you’d confine your girlish infatuations to London, and not force them on your defenceless family.
Sorel
I shall keep him out of your way as much as possible.
Simon
Do, darling.
Simon
Clara, has Mother asked anyone down this weekend?