Holland.
Look here, we’ve had enough of this tomfoolery.
Jack Straw.
Pray sit down. It distresses me to see you standing.
Holland.
I believe the man’s out of his senses.
Lady Wanley.
[Very amiably.] Have you forgotten the waiter’s uniform which fitted you so wonderfully, Mr. Straw?
Jack Straw.
[Calmly.] Quite. I only remember the condition your ladyship was good enough to agree to, when I accepted your humorous suggestion.