Serlo.
Frankness is rather tryin’, ain’t it?
Ethel.
No. Please go on.
Serlo.
It was dear Lord Serlo all day long; they couldn’t have enough of me. Rippin’ good chap, Serlo. Just the sort of cove one would like to have for a son-in-law.
Ethel.
Lord Serlo!
Serlo.
Half a mo. I ain’t done yet. Eminently suitable match, and all that sort of thing, only the young lady couldn’t stick me at any price.