Daisy (groaning). Come away! Jack's a morbid patriot. Won't look at a thing not made in England. I must choose some other day. And we shall be horribly late for lunch. Really, present-choosing isn't as easy as one thinks!
Violet. Not for Jack, at any rate!
[Exeunt hurriedly, and empty-handed.
"Charge of the Light Brigade."—My Gas Company's bill.
A "B. AND S." AT THE SAVOY.
Sir Arthur. "Then Box——"