HILLCRIST. Ye-es. Ever had it?
FELLOWS. I fancy I have had a twinge, sir.
HILLCRIST. [Brightening] Have you? Where?
FELLOWS. In my cork wrist, sir.
HILLCRIST. Your what?
FELLOWS. The wrist I draw corks with.
HILLCRIST. [With a cackle] You'd have had more than a twinge if you'd lived with my father. H'm!
FELLOWS. Excuse me, sir—Vichy water corks, in my experience, are worse than any wine.
HILLCRIST. [Ironically] Ah! The country's not what it was, is it, Fellows?
FELLOWS. Getting very new, sir.