JOGTROT (after a stare at JACK, and turning to MRS. T. again). In fact, I am proud to say that Mr. Chirper is, in the strictest sense of the word, a serious young man!
JACK (aside). Wheugh! I sha’n’t be able to stand much more of Jogtrot! I feel I sha’n’t.
MRS. T. No doubt I shall grieve to part with Jessie; but as my nephew has left the army, I shall not be entirely alone.
JOGTROT (to JACK). You are a military man, sir?
JACK (who has been showing a gradual irritation). I was—till I left the army.
JOGTROT. Left the army? Allow me to congratulate you on your having done so, sir!
JACK (trying to keep cool). May I ask why?
JOGTROT (in a supercilious tone). Because, between ourselves, sir, I consider the military profession—
JACK (bristling up). Well, sir, what about the military profession? Anything to say against the military profession? (advancing on JOGTROT, who retreats).