Jack Straw.
It is evident that you wish these good folk to take me to their bosom in order that you may have the opportunity of telling them one day that I’m merely an impostor.
Lady Wanley.
I really hadn’t thought about that.
Jack Straw.
I venture to suspect that you rate your intelligence too low.
Lady Wanley.
Well, what is your condition?
Jack Straw.
The position will be very humiliating to me. For all I know it may bring me into uncomfortable relations with the police.