Lukyn.
Duty, sir! Coming your confounded detective tricks on ladies and gentlemen! How dare you make ladies and gentlemen suspend their breathing till they nearly have apoplexy? Do you know I’m a short-necked man, sir?
Messiter.
I didn’t want you to leave off breathing, sir. I wanted you to breathe louder. Your name and address, sir.
Lukyn.
Gur-r-r-h!
Messiter.
Army gentleman, sir?
Lukyn.