[Jack Straw goes over and sits beside Lady Wanley.
Jack Straw.
Our friend is quite incoherent, isn’t he?
Lady Wanley.
We want you to go away, sir.
Jack Straw.
Do you? I say, what a jolly frock. Where did you get it?
Lady Wanley.
[With a little laugh, disarmed by his impudence.] You’re perfectly irresistible.
Jack Straw.