Serlo.
You know, old man, I don’t want to seem disagreeable, but when Miss Jennings and I went for a walk we had some sort of idea that by the time we came back you’d have hooked it, don’t you know.
Jack Straw.
My dear Holland, I wonder if you’d do me the service of telling Mrs. Withers that dear Mrs. Jennings is putting the roses into a basket for her.
Holland.
[Laughing against his will.] It’s not the least use being angry with you, Jack. I’ll go by all means.
[Exit.
Jack Straw.
There goes a man of tact. If I were a Sultan I’d make him my Grand Vizier.