Jergins: Your coffee, Sir Webley.
Sir Webley: My coffee. I should think so. (He sips it.) One needs it.
Jergins: Mr. Trundleben will be down at once, Sir Webley. I telephoned up to him.
Sir Webley: Telephoned! Telephoned! The Club's getting more full of new-fangled devices every day. I remember the time when—— Thank you, Jergins.
[Jergins retires.
This is a pretty state of things, Neeks.
Neeks: A pretty state of things indeed, Sir Webley.
Sir Webley: Ah, here's Trundleben.
Neeks: He'll tell us all about it, Sir Webley. I'm sure he'll——
Sir Webley: Ah, Trundleben. Come and sit down here. Come and——