Lukyn.
Good fellow—here’s your hat.
[In his haste he fetches his own hat.
Blond.
[Outside, knocking.] Colonel, Colonel!
Lukyn.
One moment. [Giving his hat to Vale.] Awfully sorry. You’re so hungry too. [Vale puts on the hat, which is much too large for him.] Ah, that’s my hat.
Vale.
My dear Lukyn—don’t mention it.