FLAMM
[With self-repression.] No! Not entirely, mother, I must say frankly. I've got a kind of a … just to-day … it comes over me … the blood, you know … it seems to go to my head suddenly, once in a while. It's like a … it's horrible, too … like an attack of dizziness! I suppose I'll have to … at least, I think I'll have to take the air a bit. But it's nothing of importance, mother. So don't worry.
MRS. FLAMM
[Looking at him through her spectacles.] And where do you want to go with your cartridge belt?