Sorel
Breaking away.
Can’t he sleep in “Little Hell”?
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.