Six Guests. No, thanks! Really not!
Half-a-dozen more of the Company. Really not! No, thanks!
Brown. Nonsense! (Produces a pint bottle of lemonade.) Nonsense, I repeat! Look here, my boys. (Locks door.) Not one of you fellows shall leave the room until you have finished this!
[Draws cork of pint bottle, and distributes the lemonade amidst the good-natured protestations of the revellers. Scene closes in upon the temperance orgy.
A PERSONAL GRIEVANCE
"I say, won't they let you go into long trousers?"