Mrs Jennings. Pant! No! I mean that in a second-class it's impossible to keep one's self to one's self as one would wish.
Duke. Oh! You find it easier to be exclusive going third?
Mrs Jennings. Third! I wasn't going third; I was going first, but I arrived in such a hurry, that I got into the carriage without stopping to look.
Duke. That is exactly what happened to me, except that I meant to go third.
Mrs Jennings. Oh! What! Am I travelling alone with a third-class passenger!
Duke. You need not be alarmed, madam, I am the most harmless of men.
Mrs Jennings. I will say you don't look much to be afraid of.
Duke [mortified]. Oh, indeed! Thank you—thank you.
[Leans back with his eyes shut].
Mrs Jennings [aside, looking at him]. He does look an inoffensive creature certainly.