Why, Lord Bentbridge? Why have you come at such a late hour. Come now sir, come right in. You're getting wet.
Lord Bentbridge, with a tip of his hat and apologetic smile, steps across the threshold, adding in so doing a beleaguered flourish of his half-cape. Jansdaad my friend. My presence here is as puzzling to me as it is to you.
I hope it's bad I mean I hope it's not bad news.
Fear not, only my wife out late again, and I thought why not pop over to Jan's place for some of that excellent sherry, which I suspect he might be enjoying already on his own!
Come Lord, lean on the mantle with me and raise a glass. [They walk over to the mantle, where there are glasses and sherry.]
I say puzzling because
Yes, why do you say puzzling?
Well, let's not be dour. Cheers to you!
Suddenly, the door opens.
Jan? I'm home with... who's here?
Well you've got your arm up on that mantle like an orator, as if you're entertaining.
[Putting away groceries, yelling from the kitchen.] Say have you heard from Jan?
Jan our daughter?
Who else? Your father is dead darling.
You know how many Jans it could be.
Well have you heard from her? Pharmsupply won't pay out for shingles.
You mean Hopinaskipina? That's the most annoying commercial.
She's been hanging around with that sadistic lawyer. You should call.
Do you mean Lloyd? Lloyd Bentley.
Yes, he's an esquire.