[Holland looks up quickly, and then stares in a puzzled way.
Holland.
I seem to know your face. Have I seen you anywhere?
Waiter.
[With a smile.] Mr. Ambrose Holland, I think.
Holland.
Jack Straw! What on earth are you doing here?
Jack Straw.
My dear fellow, it is possible to be no less of a philosopher in the uniform of a waiter at the Grand Babylon Hotel than in the gown of a professor at the University of Oxford.
[He goes out.