Jack Straw.
[Looking at him blandly.] You have all the airs of a conspirator in a romantic play, my friend. You only want a false beard and some blue spectacles to make the picture perfect.
Mrs. Parker-Jennings.
Now then, you listen to me, young man.
Jack Straw.
You flatter me, madam.
Mrs. Parker-Jennings.
We’ve talked it over, my ’usband and me, and we’re no fools, whatever you may think. You richly deserve to be ’anded over to the police.
Jack Straw.
One moment. To which character are you now addressing yourself, to the Archduke Sebastian or the waiter from the Grand Babylon Hotel?