L. ANNE. It would make a mess in Park Lane.

JAMES. I've seen a lot bigger messes than this'd make, out in the
war.

L. ANNE. Oh! but that's years ago! Was it like this in the
trenches, James?

JAMES. [Grimly] Ah! 'Cept that you couldn't lay your 'and on a
bottle o' port when you wanted one.

L. ANNE. Do you, when you want it, here?

JAMES. [On guard] I only suggest it's possible.

L. ANNE. Perhaps Poulder does.

JAMES. [Icily] I say nothin' about that.

L. ANNE. Oh! Do say something!

JAMES. I'm ashamed of you, Miss Anne, pumpin' me!

L. ANNE. [Reproachfully] I'm not pumpin'! I only want to make
Poulder jump when I ask him.

JAMES. [Grinning] Try it on your own responsibility, then; don't
bring me in!

L. ANNE. [Switching off] James, do you think there's going to be a