Duke [opening his eyes, turning his collar up]. There is a great draught in this carriage, don't you think so?
Mrs Jennings. Yes, it's rather like a breezy common.
Duke. I think the wind is coming in at that side.
Mrs Jennings. I have no doubt whatever about it. I can tell by my hat. [Pulling her hat straight].
Duke. Suppose you were to sit in this corner opposite me? I think you would feel it less.
Mrs Jennings. Thank you. Perhaps I should. [Moves over].
[Duke goes to other end and shuts window].
Mrs Jennings [aside—looking at him]. Friendly little man—a commercial traveller, of course. [Aloud]. Do you travel?
Duke. Invariably, when I'm in the train.
Mrs Jennings. Ah, but I mean in ribbons and laces and that sort of thing.