Cox. Nor have I any rooted antipathy to you. Sir.
Box. Besides, it was all—ahem!—Mrs.—ahem's fault, Sir!
Cox (embarrassed). Well—ahem!—my—er—loyalty—as a man of honour—to—er—that lady, Sir, forbids, Sir, my saying, or—er—permitting to be said——
[Gradually approaching chairs.
Box. Ah, exactly, I quite understand that. The truth is——
Cox (quickly). A most excellent thing, in its way. I always see it.
Box. Very well, Sir!
Cox. Very well, Sir! [Pause.
Box. Take a little jam, Sir!
Cox. Thank you, Sir!