Don’t trouble. I’ve done that myself.
Parbury.
You have? Ha, ha! [Begins to laugh, but stops suddenly.] Oh! [Holding his head.] Dear, dear, what a head I have!
Gunning.
You haven’t asked after my head.
Parbury.
[Sits at table.] Your pardon. How is it?
Gunning.
[Sits at table.] I’d like to sell it this morning. Do you know, Clement, I’m not quite certain about that whisky of yours.
Parbury.