(Sigsby gives vent to a gesture.)
Jawbones. Getting saucy, ain’t they?
Sigsby. Over-indulgence. That’s what the modern woman is suffering from. Gets an idea on Monday that she’d like the whole world altered; if it isn’t done by Saturday, raises hell! Where’s the guv’nor?
Jawbones. Hasn’t been here.
Sigsby. (Hands Jawbones his damaged hat.) See if they can do anything to that. If not, get me a new one. (He forks out a sovereign.) Sure to be some shops open in the High Street.
(Lamb and St. Herbert enter.)
Lamb. Hallo! have they been mauling you?
Sigsby. (He snatches the damaged hat from Jawbones, to hand it back the next moment; holds it out.) Woman’s contribution to politics. Get me a collar at the same time—sixteen and a half.
(Jawbones takes his cap and goes out. The men hang up their overcoats.)
Sigsby. Where’s it all going to end? That’s what I want to know!