Our friend Serlo would describe that as one in the eye.
Ethel.
Would you allow me to go back to my mother’s guests, sir?
Jack Straw.
[Imperturbably.] Do you think you’d like me any better if I weren’t an Archduke?
Ethel.
I haven’t thought about it.
Jack Straw.
Then please give the matter your immediate attention.
Ethel.