"Why?"
"Because I am a funny man," he said.
"How?"
"I look funny," he said; "I say funny things; I draw a good salary for it. If I wasn't funny I shouldn't draw a good salary, should I?"
"You do draw it," I said guardedly. "Be funny now."
"'Wait till I catch you bending,'" he said with a violent grimace. "'What ho! 'Ave a drop of gin, ole dear?'"
"Be funny now," I repeated.
He looked bewildered. "I was being funny," he said. "I bring the house down with that, as a rule."
"Where?"
"In panto," he said.