Jack Straw.
[To Mrs. Parker-Jennings.] Will you forgive us if we take a little stroll in the rose garden?
Mrs. Parker-Jennings.
[Grimly.] I am much honoured, sir, that your Royal Highness should condescend to walk in my rose garden.
Jack Straw.
Come. [He takes the Count’s arm. At the door the Count hesitates.] [Motioning to him to go first.] No, I pray you. I am at home here—the most comfortable, hospitable home I have known for many a long day.
Count.
Do you propose to stay in these parts much longer, sir?
Jack Straw.
I shall stay till Mrs. Parker-Jennings turns me out.