(He goes into cupboard, crush of broken glass heard. He puts his head out again.)
I’ve sat upon your glasses!
Coq. Take it easy.
My absence won’t be long.
Gen. B. (Sniffs about cupboard.) Your scents are cheesy.
(Exit into cupboard. She runs to door and opens it. Enter Capt. Pounce. She curtseys, and looks down demurely. He comes front, twirling his moustache.)
Capt. P. So this is where you live, child, is it, weally?
You’re up amongst the clouds here.
Coq. Yes, Sir, nearly.
Capt. P. (Gallantly) For such a chewub quite a pwoper place.