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The Old Order Changeth. Todeson (who has grown his moustache, dropped his g's, and got into society again). "Fact is society's gettin' much too mixed, duchess. It's not amusin', after spendin' a pleasant evenin', to find you've been hobnobbin' with a shopkeeper, or sittin' next his wife at dinner, you know!" Her grace. "Oh, dear me! Why my husband's a shopkeeper, Mr Todeson. He keeps that great bric-a-brac warehouse in Conduit Street! - And the toy-shop at the corner, that's mine! - And the confectioner over the way, that's my mother, the Duchess of Hautcastel!" [Todeson feels he has been puttin' his foot in it.