(Is all safe?)
LADY BROCKLEHURST (alas). You, girl, also? Did you dine with
Crichton?
TWEENY (scared). No, your ladyship.
LADY BROCKLEHURST (fastening on her). With whom?
TWEENY. I took my bit of supper with--with Daddy and Polly and the
rest.
(Vae victis.)
ERNEST (leaping into the breach). Dear old Daddy--he was our monkey.
You remember our monkey, Agatha?
AGATHA. Rather! What a funny old darling he was.
CATHERINE (thus encouraged). And don't you think Polly was the
sweetest little parrot, Mary?
LADY BROCKLEHURST. Ah! I understand; animals you had domesticated?
LORD LOAM (heavily). Quite so--quite so.
LADY BROCKLEHURST. The servants' teas that used to take place here
once a month--
CRICHTON. They did not seem natural on the island, my lady, and were
discontinued by the Gov.'s orders.
LORD BROCKLEHURST. A clear proof, Loam, that they were a mistake
here.
LORD LOAM (seeing the opportunity for a diversion). I admit it
frankly. I abandon them.
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