Bailiff [agitated]. I hope I do not intrude on your ladyship, but I come on a pressing matter——
Countess. What is it?
Bailiff. My coat, madam.
Countess. WHAT!
Bailiff. I beg your ladyship to look at it—there is a large tear in it.
Countess. A somewhat unseemly sight—I should have thought you would have begged me not to look at it.
Bailiff. But it is your gander, my lady.
Countess. What is my gander?
Bailiff. My coat.
Countess. Your coat is my gander, Bailiff? You are talking wildly.