LADY BRITOMART [outraged] Charles Lomax: if you can behave yourself, behave yourself. If not, leave the room.
LOMAX. I'm awfully sorry, Lady Brit; but really, you know, upon my soul! [He sits on the settee between Lady Britomart and Undershaft, quite overcome].
BARBARA. Why don't you laugh if you want to, Cholly? It's good for your inside.
LADY BRITOMART. Barbara: you have had the education of a lady. Please let your father see that; and don't talk like a street girl.
UNDERSHAFT. Never mind me, my dear. As you know, I am not a gentleman; and I was never educated.
LOMAX [encouragingly] Nobody'd know it, I assure you. You look all right, you know.
CUSINS. Let me advise you to study Greek, Mr Undershaft. Greek scholars are privileged men. Few of them know Greek; and none of them know anything else; but their position is unchallengeable. Other languages are the qualifications of waiters and commercial travellers: Greek is to a man of position what the hallmark is to silver.
BARBARA. Dolly: don't be insincere. Cholly: fetch your concertina and play something for us.
LOMAX [doubtfully to Undershaft] Perhaps that sort of thing isn't in your line, eh?
UNDERSHAFT. I am particularly fond of music.