LADY BRITOMART. That's enough, Charles. Speak of something suited to your mental capacity.
LOMAX. But surely the Church of England is suited to all our capacities.
BARBARA [pressing his hand] Thank you for your sympathy, Cholly. Now go and spoon with Sarah.
LOMAX [rising and going to Sarah] How is my ownest today?
SARAH. I wish you wouldn't tell Cholly to do things, Barbara. He always comes straight and does them. Cholly: we're going to the works at Perivale St. Andrews this afternoon.
LOMAX. What works?
SARAH. The cannon works.
LOMAX. What! Your governor's shop!
SARAH. Yes.
LOMAX. Oh I say!