So do I. Let’s pretend there isn’t one, shall we? I say, why don’t you sit down and make yourself comfy?
Ethel.
I should like to have a little talk with you, sir.
Jack Straw.
That’s jolly. I wish we had a regiment of soldiers there to turn all those people out.
Ethel.
May I say anything I like to you, sir?
Jack Straw.
Good heavens, why not?
Ethel.