Ethel.
Papa, he came as quickly as he could.
Parker-Jennings.
This coffee’s disgusting. I don’t know what you make it out of. It tastes like ditchwater.
Jack Straw.
I’m very sorry, sir. Let me get you some more.
Parker-Jennings.
And look sharp about it, or you’ll find yourself decorated with an order you don’t know in your country.
Jack Straw.
I beg your pardon, sir?