Couldn’t you give me a slight smile just to encourage me a little?
Ethel.
You force me to say what I would rather have left unsaid. I’m horrified that you should be so hatefully cruel. I think it’s infamous that you should lend yourself to a stupid practical joke.
Jack Straw.
My dear Serlo, won’t you—hook it?
Ethel.
I want him to stay.
Jack Straw.
It makes him feel very uncomfortable. He’s full of tact too—I’ll make him a grand vizier—and he’s feeling awfully de trop.
Serlo.