CAPT. M. (_Critically, walking round._) M'yes, you'll do. Only don't
look so like a criminal. Ring, gloves, fees--that's all right for me.
Let your moustache alone. Now, if the ponies are ready, we'll go.
CAPT. G. (_Nervously._) It's much too soon. Let's light up! Let's have a
peg! Let's--
CAPT. M. Let's make bally asses of ourselves!