Rupert. I am told so, sir. But then so does the other Cadell. A devastating creature who spells it with two d’s.
Sir Johnstone. Oh no. There’s no confusion.
Granillo. I never knew you could spell Cadell with two d’s.
Leila. Same here.
Raglan. Yes, same here. I knew a Cadell once, and she used to spell it with only one d. Louisa Cadell Horrible old hag she was, too. She lived in Bayswater.
Rupert. Dear Heaven. The young man is alluding to my aunt.
Raglan. Oh, I say. I’m terribly sorry. Have I dropped a brick?
Rupert. No. You have said a mouthful. (Getting up.) Can I have another sandwich? (He takes another sandwich, sits down, all at once spills some wine, and commences violently wiping trousers with handkerchief.) I say, must we have our meal off a chest?
Brandon. Here you are. (Comes forward, gets him another glass of wine, and generally puts him right.)
Rupert. Thank you.
[Brandon goes over and fills Sir Johnstone’s glass with wine.
Brandon. Is Lady Kentley any better, sir?
Sir Johnstone. No. I’m afraid not. I’m afraid she’s still in bed.
Brandon. Oh. I’m sorry. And how’s Ronald getting on?
Sir Johnstone. Oh, Ronald? He’s getting on all right. He’s merely idling, of course, now, like you two.
Granillo. Does he like it, or does he want to get back?
Sir Johnstone. Oh no. He doesn’t want to get back. He has a great time.
Leila. Who’s Ronald?
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