Don't quite see how you're going to get out of it. LADY TWOMBLEY. It's true I owe that brother of yours thousands. MRS. GAYLUSTRE. Well, we _have_ kept your establishment going for some time. LADY TWOMBLEY. But I don't owe _you_ as much as a linen button! MRS. GAYLUSTRE. Jo and I are one. LADY TWOMBLEY. No! I'll never believe that a man--even a money-lender--would dance a set of devilish quadrilles on a lady when she's down, as you're doing. MRS. GAYLUSTRE. Ha, ha! LADY TWOMBLEY. I saw your brother on that one fatal night. Common person that he is, he must have a heart under his vulgar waistcoat. MRS. GAYLUSTRE. Be careful! Don't insult my Jo! LADY TWOMBLEY. I compliment him! I will appeal to him to protect me from your claws, Gaylustre! MRS. GAYLUSTRE. Oh, you will, will you? LADY TWOMBLEY. I will. MRS. GAYLUSTRE. Very well then--do it! Kate Twombley, go to that door and call my brother Jo! LADY TWOMBLEY. What! MRS. GAYLUSTRE. Do it! LADY TWOMBLEY. What--do you--mean? MRS. GAYLUSTRE. Open that door and call Jo! LADY TWOMBLEY. No, no! [She opens the door and looks out.] You are only frightening me! MRS. GAYLUSTRE. Call--Mr. Lebanon! LADY TWOMBLEY. Mr. Lebanon! MR. JOSEPH LEBANON. [Outside.] Heah! [LADY TWOMBLEY utters a cry of horror as MR. JOSEPH LEBANON enters--a smartly dressed, unctuous, middle-aged person, of a most pronounced common Semitic type, with a bland manner and a contented smile.] MR. JOSEPH LEBANON. Lady Twombley, delighted to find myself in your elegant 'ouse. Most _recherche_. LADY TWOMBLEY. How do you come here? MR. JOSEPH LEBANON. Fan brought me. LADY TWOMBLEY. How dare she? MR. JOSEPH LEBANON. 'Ow dare she? H'm! Fan, I 'ope and trust not a coolness between you and Lady T. [LADY TWOMBLEY sinks into a chair.] MRS. GAYLUSTRE. She was dying to see you--there's no pleasing her. MR. JOSEPH LEBANON. Dyin' to see me! Flattered--flattered. [He sits in close proximity to LADY TWOMBLEY.] Deah Lady T, you and I and nobody by, eh? Excuse my humour. 'Ow can I 'ave the honour of servin' you? Don't 'esitate, Lady T, don't 'esitate. LADY TWOMBLEY. I only wanted--to beg you--to rid me of that viper. MRS. GAYLUSTRE. That's going a little too far! MR. JOSEPH LEBANON. There _is_ a coolness--a triflin', temporary coolness. Fan, be reasonable--Lady T, be forgivin'. Kiss and be friends. LADY TWOMBLEY. I know that you've got me--what's the expression?--on something or another. MR. JOSEPH LEBANON. I 'ope "toast" is not the word you requiah, Lady Twombley? LADY TWOMBLEY. Oh, yes, on toast. MR. JOSEPH LEBANON. Oh, Lady T.! Lady T.! LADY TWOMBLEY. I know that if I can't meet those awful Bills you can drag my name into the papers, and set all London grinning for a month. MR. JOSEPH LEBANON. Oh! Oh, Fan, is that my way of doin' business? LADY TWOMBLEY.