Er—certainly. [Meaning he does not mind. He opens the window.]
Thank you so much.
Not at all. [He does not mean to contradict her. Stoical silence again.]
Would you mind having it shut now? I think it is rather cold.
[He shuts it. Silence again.]
I think I’d like the window open again now for a bit. It is rather stuffy, isn’t it?
Well, I think it’s very cold.
O, do you? But would you mind opening it for me?
I’d much rather it was shut, if you don’t mind.
[She sighs, moves her hands slightly, and her pretty face expresses the resignation of the Christian martyr in the presence of lions. This for the benefit of John.]
Allow me, madam.
[He leans across the window’s rightful owner, a bigger man than he, and opens his window.
Man in the corner shrugs his shoulders and, quite sensibly, turns to his paper.]
O, thank you so much.
Don’t mention it.
Voices of porters [Off]
Fan Kar, Fan Kar.
[Man in the corner gets out.]
Could you tell me where this is?
Yes. Elephant and Castle.
Thank you so much. It was kind of you to protect me from that horrid man. He wanted to suffocate me.
O, very glad to assist you, I’m sure. Very glad.
I should have been afraid to have done it in spite of him. It was splendid of you.
O, that was nothing.
O, it was, really.