Julia:...I can't tell you how grateful I am for relieving me at the sick-bed. Oh, Sebastian. If Mr Mottram telephones later, tell Wilcox I'm not to be disturbed.
Stage direction: She exits.
Sebastian: I'm not running her affairs for her. This Mottram is a rather unsuitable Canadian, much older than her, and with a murky past and a Mrs Champion who seems to go with him and Julia would rather she didn't - Mummy doesn't approve. There must have been a row - Julia's very pompous now.
Charles: I don't think she cares for me.
Sebastian: I don't think she cares for anyone, much. But I love her.
Charles: She is rather like you - in looks, I mean.
Sebastian: But not in character. I wouldn't love anyone with a character like mine. Oh, by the way, while you are here, will you draw the fountain?