Dick.
Don't grin at me in that irritating fashion.
Alec.
You must wish you were treading the light fantastic toe in a London ball-room, Dick.
Dick.
Frankly I do.... I suppose we're going to fight again?
Alec.
Like Kilkenny cats.
Dick.
[Briskly.] Well, at all events that's some comfort. If I am going to be done out of my night's rest, I should like to take it out of some one.