Mrs. Parker-Jennings.
Send for the police, Robert. I won’t put up with it.
Vincent.
You know, mother....
Mrs. Parker-Jennings.
Hold your tongue, Vincent.... [To Jack Straw.] Oh, my friend, I’m sorry for you. Those nice white ’ands of yours will look pretty after they’ve been picking oakum for six months.
Jack Straw.
I had an idea that had been abolished in England.
Mrs. Parker-Jennings.