Mrs Jennings [agitated]. But tell me—tell me quickly—how did you get that letter?
Duke [surprised]. In the simplest way in the world, since it was addressed to me—my name's on the envelope!
Mrs Jennings [gasping]. What—the Duke of Peckham Rye! It is not possible that you are really! Oh!
Duke [alarmed]. What can be the matter, my dear Princess?
Mrs Jennings. Oh, Princess! Was there ever such a situation as this? It is awful!
Duke [aside]. Upon my word, I believe she is not quite right!
[Mrs Jennings suddenly bursts into fits of laughter. Duke looks excessively alarmed. Mrs Jennings hides her face in her hands, rocks backwards and forwards].
Duke [looking at her terrified]. That is the way a maniac laughs for nothing. I wonder if there is a cord. Perhaps, madam, you would like a little air? [Goes to window, lets it down, and feels furtively about outside]. [Sadly]. No, there is nothing.
Mrs Jennings [going into fresh fits of laughter]. It's no use—I've already looked!
Duke [more and more mystified]. You—have—already—looked?