[Bitterly.] Humpty-dumpty's had a great fall.
Carbery.
I wonder if I might have a cigarette?
Mrs. Crowley.
I'm sure you might. And if you press me dreadfully, I'll have one, too.
Boulger.
Don't press her. She's already had far too many.
Mrs. Crowley.
Well, I'll forego the pressing, but not the cigarette.
Carbery.