Brassbound [haughtily]: My men, madam, are not children in the nursery.
Lady Cicely [with unanswerable conviction]: Captain Brassbound, all men are children in the nursery. I see that you don't notice things. That poor Italian had only one proper bootlace, the other was a bit of string. And I am sure from Mr. Drinkwater's complexion that he ought to have some medicine.
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