Jack Straw.
[Shaking hands with him.] How d’you do. I think your father was ambassador in Pomerania for some time.
Serlo.
Yes, he was.
Holland.
[Surprised.] How did you know that—sir?
Jack Straw.
I remember him quite well. He used to play with me when I was a little boy. I was so sorry to hear of his death.
Serlo.
He wasn’t a bad old buffer. Kept me dooced short of money, though.