Simon
Clara’s looking tired. We ought to have more servants and not depend on her so much.
Sorel
You know we can never keep them. You’re right about us being slapdash, Simon. I wish we weren’t.
Simon
Does it matter?
Sorel
It must, I think—to other people.
Simon
It’s not our fault—it’s the way we’ve been brought up.
Sorel
Well, if we’re clever enough to realise that, we ought to be clever enough to change ourselves.
Simon
I’m not sure that I want to.
Sorel
We’re so awfully bad-mannered.
Simon
Not to people we like.
Sorel
The people we like put up with it because they like us.
Simon
What do you mean, exactly, by bad manners? Lack of social tricks and small-talk?