CANDIDA (stopping him and disengaging herself ). There, there,
there. I wasn't alone. Eugene came down yesterday; and we
traveled up together.

MORELL (pleased). Eugene!

CANDIDA. Yes: he's struggling with my luggage, poor boy. Go out,
dear, at once; or he will pay for the cab; and I don't want that.
(Morell hurries out. Candida puts down her handbag; then takes
off her mantle and bonnet and puts them on the sofa with the rug,
chatting meanwhile.) Well, papa, how are you getting on at home?

BURGESS. The 'ouse ain't worth livin' in since you left it,
Candy. I wish you'd come round and give the gurl a talkin' to.
Who's this Eugene that's come with you?

CANDIDA. Oh, Eugene's one of James's discoveries. He found him
sleeping on the Embankment last June. Haven't you noticed our new
picture (pointing to the Virgin)? He gave us that.

BURGESS (incredulously). Garn! D'you mean to tell me--your hown
father!--that cab touts or such like, orf the Embankment, buys
pictur's like that? (Severely.) Don't deceive me, Candy: it's a
'Igh Church pictur; and James chose it hisself.

CANDIDA. Guess again. Eugene isn't a cab tout.

BURGESS. Then wot is he? (Sarcastically.) A nobleman, I 'spose.