Well, the fact is—it had entirely slipped my memory at the moment, but I had a letter this morning from the lady’s solicitor to remind me—I happen to be engaged to a young woman who can kick a man’s topper off too.
Jack Straw.
By Jove, I wonder if it’s the same one.
Ethel.
Why didn’t you tell me?
Serlo.
Well, you know, it was a bit awk when you—er....
Jack Straw.
Threw yourself at his head.
Ethel.