I wondered if you’d do me a great favour.
Jack Straw.
Ask me for the moon, and it shall be left at your front door by Carter Paterson to-morrow morning.
Ethel.
It’s something much simpler than that.
Jack Straw.
Put me out of suspense quickly.
Ethel.
I should be very much obliged if—if you’d go away.
Jack Straw.