Sydney. Tired of jam.
Kit. [Heavily] D’you mean you’re tired of me?
Sydney. That would be putting it crudely.
Kit. What’s got into you? I don’t know you.
Sydney. P’raps you’re beginning to.
Kit. But what have I done?
Sydney. [Flaring effectively] Well, for one thing you shouldn’t have told your father we were engaged. What girl, do you suppose, would stand it? You ask Alice.
Kit. [Flaring in reality] If you’re not jolly careful I will.
Sydney. [Egging him on] Good for you!
Kit. [Furious] And if I do I’ll ask her more than that.