'Don't mention it,' said his visitor, in a low voice. 'I hope I didn't disturb you.'
'Not at all,' said Clarence.
There was a pause.
'Rotten weather,' said Clarence, feeling that it was for him, as the male member of the sketch, to keep the conversation going.
'Yes, isn't it?'
'A lot of rain we've had this summer.'
'Yes. It seems to get worse every year.'
'Doesn't it?'
'So bad for tennis.'
'And cricket.'