[To Mrs. Anslow, twiddling his moustache.] Alack and alas, deah lady, motor collisions are not quite in my line!
Mrs. Anslow.
You might have passed it on to the accident man. Or you could have said that I'm to be seen riding in the Row evidently none the worse for my recent shock. That's in your line.
Green.
Haw! I might have done that, certainly. [Tapping his brow.] Fact is—height of the Season—perfectly distracted——
Mrs. Anslow.
[With the air of a martyr.] It doesn't matter. I sha'n't trouble you again. I've never been a favourite of yours——
Green.
[Appealingly.] Haw! Don't——!
Mrs. Anslow.