Alec.
[Smiling.] Perhaps you would like me to call you Sir Robert?
Boulger.
I should prefer that you would call me nothing at all. I have absolutely no wish to know you.
Alec.
Which shows that your taste is as bad as your breeding.
Boulger.
[Angrily, walking up to him.] By God, I'll knock you down!
Alec.
You could hardly do that when I'm already lying on my back.