LARRY. You HWAT??? [He screams with laughter in the falsetto Irish register unused for that purpose in England].
BROADBENT. What are you laughing at?
LARRY [stopping dead]. I don't know. That's the sort of thing an Irishman laughs at. Has she accepted you?
BROADBENT. I shall never forget that with the chivalry of her nation, though I was utterly at her mercy, she refused me.
LARRY. That was extremely improvident of her. [Beginning to reflect] But look here: when were you drunk? You were sober enough when you came back from the Round Tower with her.
BROADBENT. No, Larry, I was drunk, I am sorry to say. I had two tumblers of punch. She had to lead me home. You must have noticed it.
LARRY. I did not.
BROADBENT. She did.
LARRY. May I ask how long it took you to come to business? You can hardly have known her for more than a couple of hours.
BROADBENT. I am afraid it was hardly a couple of minutes. She was not here when I arrived; and I saw her for the first time at the tower.