Hulloa, there you are! I was just hunting around for some one to give me a cigarette.

Mrs. Parker-Jennings.

[Ironically.] I ’ope you ’ad a comfortable breakfast.

Jack Straw.

A 1, thanks. Give me a cigarette, old man?

[Vincent is helping himself to one, and Jack Straw takes the case out of his hand, helps himself, and returns it.

Vincent.

Don’t mind me, will you?

Jack Straw.

Not at all.