Judith
My dear, he’s frightfully athletic, and all those hot-water pipes will sap his vitality.
Sorel
They’ll sap Richard’s vitality too.
Judith
He won’t notice them; he’s probably used to scorching tropical Embassies with punkahs waving and everything.
Simon
He’s sure to be deadly, anyhow.
Sorel
You’re getting far too blasé and exclusive, Simon.
Simon
Nothing of the sort. Only I loathe being hearty with your men friends.