[Defiantly.] He'd better not start patronising me, because I won't put up with it. I'm a gentleman, and I'm every bit as good as he is—if not better.
[Basil comes in, notices James, but does not
speak.
James.
Afternoon, Basil.
Basil.
[Indifferently.] You here again?
James.
Looks like it, don't it.
Basil.
[Quietly.] I'm afraid it does.