Cox (aside). Let him put that in his pipe (or cigarette) and smoke it!
Box (aloud). Well, well, now we so thoroughly understand each other, what—even Programmes—shall part us?
Cox. Who—even—ahem! a certain Party, shall tear us asunder?
Box. Cox!
Cox. Box!
[About to embrace. Box stops, seizes Cox's hand, and looks eagerly in his face.
Box. You'll excuse the apparent insanity of the remark, but the more I gaze on your features, the more I'm convinced that you'd never be such a suicidal idiot as to—seek another Chamber?
Cox (winking). Walker!
Box. Ah—tell me—in mercy tell me—have you such a thing as the "Strawberry Leaves" in your eye?
Cox. No!