Mrs Jennings. Oh, the grave is chatty, I do assure you, compared to me.
[Voice outside: Penge! Guard puts his head inside window unseen by them].
Duke. Very well, then, you may consider yourself engaged.
Mrs Jennings [enraptured]. Engaged! Oh!!
Guard [loud]. Penge! [Duke and Mrs Jennings start and pick up papers, etc.]. Well, this is a business-like betrothal as ever I see! [Aloud]. This is your station, sir. Better come out and have the rest of the ceremony on the platform.
Duke [getting out]. Look here, my man—none of your insolence!
[Duke gets out loftily].
Mrs Jennings [speaking to Guard at window]. You mustn't speak to him like that; he's the Duke of Peckham Rye.
Guard. Ah, yes, likely! And you're a Member of Parliament, I suppose. All right!
[He walks a little further away].