Mrs Jennings. I can't hear.
Duke. I don't know what you say!
Mrs Jennings. Hold your tongue—do!
Duke [shouting]. What!
[She makes him violent signs. The stage grows light again].
Mrs Jennings. What do you chatter for?
Duke. Chatter, my dear madam? I thought you made a remark which I didn't quite catch.
Mrs Jennings. You needn't have run after it in the tunnel.
Duke. I really must apologise—it was my natural anxiety not to lose what you said.
Mrs Jennings. Come, come, my good man, none of your cheap compliments. I'd keep those for third-class passengers if I were you.