Gerald. Interprète.
Percy. This is getting a bit too warm for me! (He turns to Gerald with an air of defiance) You frog-eating beggar——
Gerald. Frog-eater yourself, you blasted bloke from Clerkenwall——
Percy. (Effusively, to Gerald as he hastens to shake hands with him) Ah, you speak English! You know I’m a little shaky on my French, though of course I know German, Russian, Chinese, Turkish, Spanish——
Gerald. You know Spanish?—Que hora son?
Percy. (Laughs) Well, I was saying——
Gerald. But I asked you a question. Que hora son? Well?
Percy. Do you want an immediate answer?
Gerald. How long does it take you to let me know what time it is?
Percy. Oh, it’s eleven o’clock—that’s easy. Listen to me: I have a favor to ask you. There’s a Frenchman here and I don’t understand his dialect.