Holland.
He’s your ambassador.
Jack Straw.
Of course, how stupid of me!
Lady Wanley.
[With a little scornful smile.] But he won’t come.
Mrs. Parker-Jennings.
Don’t you make too sure about that. He’s coming right enough. The British aristocracy was quite willing to ’ob-nob with the Parker-Jennings, but this duty foreigner wouldn’t be seen in the same street with us. And you all sniggered up your sleeves, because you thought you was getting a bit of your own back. But I’ve got ’im to-day, and I was going to fling him in your faces. I wrote ’im a personal letter—as if I’d known him all my life—and said....
Jack Straw.
Well?