Damn you!
Jack Straw.
Don’t lose your temper. You’ll only say something foolish, and I shall score off you.
Holland.
There’s only one thing to do, and that is to turn you out by main force.
Jack Straw.
That, strange as it may seem to you, has already been suggested, but I have explained to dear Mrs. Jennings the inconvenience of that course.
Enter the Footman.
Footman.
Mrs. Withers is in her motor, madam, and wishes to know if you can see her for a moment.