There's nothing in it.
COX (coming up to table and putting his hand suddenly down on it).
Sir!
BOX (taking no notice).
Come in.
COX.
No, sir, I shall not come in. I'm going to come out, sir, and come out pretty strongly too. (Suddenly pathetic) Box, my boy—
BOX (the same).
Cox, my boy. (Turns and allows the smoke of his pipe to come under Cox's nose just as Cox is attempting to take the paper.)
COX (sneezing).