Mrs. Parker-Jennings.
I wish she could see me now. D’you remember ’ow she used to patronise me? I wish all that stuck-up lot on Brixton ’ill was here to see us ’ob-nob with the aristocracy.
Parker-Jennings.
It’s the Archduke that done it, my dear.
Mrs. Parker-Jennings.
What’s Serlo now? Marquis of Serlo—pooh. He isn’t going to get any more opportunities from me—and if he says anything I’ll just send him off with a flea in his ear.
Vincent.
Draw it mild, mater.
Parker-Jennings.
Your mother’s a great woman, Vincent. This is the day of her life.