AUGUSTUS. Yes; but not before lunch, you know. I never can do much before lunch. And I'm no good at all in the afternoon. From five to six is my real working time. Must you really go? THE LADY. I must, really. I have done my business very satisfactorily. Thank you ever so much [she proffers her hand]. AUGUSTUS [shaking it affectionately as he leads her to the door, but fast pressing the bell button with his left hand]. Goodbye. Goodbye. So sorry to lose you. Kind of you to come; but there was no real danger. You see, my dear little lady, all this talk about war saving, and secrecy, and keeping the blinds down at night, and so forth, is all very well; but unless it's carried out with intelligence, believe me, you may waste a pound to save a penny; you may let out all sorts of secrets to the enemy; you may guide the Zeppelins right on to your own chimneys. That's where the ability of the governing class comes in. Shall the fellow call a taxi for you? THE LADY. No, thanks: I prefer walking. Goodbye. Again, many, many thanks. She goes out. Augustus returns to the writing-table smiling, and takes another look at himself in the mirror. The clerk returns, with his head bandaged, carrying a poker. THE CLERK. What did you ring for? [Augustus hastily drops the mirror]. Don't you come nigh me or I'll split your head with this poker, thick as it is. AUGUSTUS. It does not seem to me an exceptionally thick poker. I rang for you to show the lady out. THE CLERK. She's gone. She run out like a rabbit. I ask myself why was she in such a hurry? THE LADY'S VOICE [from the street]. Lord Augustus. Lord Augustus. THE CLERK. She's calling you. AUGUSTUS [running to the window and throwing it up]. What is it? Won't you come up? THE LADY. Is the clerk there? AUGUSTUS. Yes. Do you want him? THE LADY. Yes. AUGUSTUS. The lady wants you at the window. THE CLERK [rushing to the window and putting down the poker]. Yes, ma'am? Here I am, ma'am. What is it, ma'am? THE LADY. I want you to witness that I got clean away into the street. I am coming up now. The two men stare at one another. THE CLERK. Wants me to witness that she got clean away into the street! AUGUSTUS. What on earth does she mean? The lady returns. THE LADY. May I use your telephone? AUGUSTUS. Certainly. Certainly. [Taking the receiver down.] What number shall I get you? THE LADY. The War Office, please. AUGUSTUS. The War Office!? THE LADY. If you will be so good. AUGUSTUS. But--Oh, very well. [Into the receiver.] Hallo. This is the Town Hall Recruiting Office. Give me Colonel Bogey, sharp. A pause. THE CLERK [breaking the painful silence]. I don't think I'm awake. This is a dream of a movie picture, this is. AUGUSTUS [his ear at the receiver]. Shut up, will you? [Into the telephone.] What?... [To the lady.] Whom do you want to get on to? THE LADY. Blueloo.