Moodily examining the presents on the writing-table. No, thank you, Mrs. Upjohn.
Bland.
To Jimmie, after she has been helped to milk. Sugar?
Jimmie.
Two lumps.
Roper.
Pushing Bland and de Castro aside, imitating a female voice. Ices, sweets or chocolates, full piano-score!
Jimmie.
Cutting a slice of cake. Lal, the world ’ud be a much happier place to live in if Lloyd George taxed your jokes.
Von Rettenmayer, Bland, and de Castro.