Jack Straw.
Spare my blushes, dear friend. We are as like as two peas.
Mrs. Withers comes in.
Mrs. Withers.
Maria, the Count is looking for you everywhere. [Seeing Jack Straw.] Oh, I beg your pardon, sir.
Jack Straw.
Not at all.
Mrs. Withers.
He’s just coming along with Mr. Withers.
Mrs. Parker-Jennings.