Capt. O. (lighting cigar by candle). By the way, JACK, did old CRAM. ask you to Scotland for the 12th?
Jack. Yes.
Capt. O. So he did me. Shall you go?
Jack. It depends—I think so—if I don't get anything better. I'm told it's a wonderful shoot. They pulled down over a thousand birds the first day, last year.
Capt. O. Does old CRAMMERLY shoot?
Jack. Oh dear no! He's as blind as a bat. He only rents it for his friends.
Capt. O. (greatly relieved). That's good news, for he's a terrible bore. He'd be a shocking nuisance on the Moors. I must say, I can't stand him at any price.
Jack. No, nor any of the family, for the matter of that. Well, ta, ta! Perhaps we shall meet there. I'm off to the Empire, to join some friends who've got a box.
[Exit to enjoy further hospitality.