Ethel.
I don’t know what on earth you mean?
Serlo.
Don’t you? Well, will you have it straight from the shoulder?
Ethel.
We agreed to be quite frank.
Serlo.
All right. No spoof. My dear, I just saw that you were fairly knocked silly by the Archduke, and there wasn’t a ghost of a chance for little Ned Serlo.
Ethel.
It’s not true.