Are you going away, sir?
Blenkinsop.
[Flying into a passion.] You blithering fool, do you suppose I should want my things packed if I were staying? I’m going abroad to-night.
George.
Very well, sir.
Blenkinsop.
You must take the train and go to Cook’s at once and get some tickets.
George.
Very well, sir. Where to, sir?
Blenkinsop.