SIR JAMES. Oh, one or two were all right, but _he_ was--well, I was
discussing shorthorns with him after lunch, and he hardly seemed
interested at all. Dull, very dull. I've got no use for that sort of man.

(During this speech the Butler has come in with a telegram for
GERALD.)

GERALD (taking it). Just a moment. (He reads it quickly.) No answer.
[Exit Butler.]

(GERALD reads his telegram again more thoughtfully.)

LADY FARRINGDON. From Pamela, dear?

GERALD. From the office. I shall have to go up at once.

LADY FARRINGDON (very disappointed). Oh, Gerald!

SIR JAMES. Something on?

GERALD. Rather an important thing really. I never thought I should
get it, but there was just a chance. (Looking at his watch) Oh, I
can do it comfortably.

SIR JAMES (obviously proud that GERALD is in the thick of things).
What is it? I suppose you mustn't tell us.

GERALD. Something abroad.