THE CLERK. Well, we have to get about somehow.
AUGUSTUS. This is perfectly monstrous. Not in the least what I intended.
THE CLERK. Hell—
AUGUSTUS. Sir!
THE CLERK.[explaining]. Hell, they says, is paved with good intentions.
AUGUSTUS.[springing to his feet]. Do you mean to insinuate that hell is paved with my good intentions—with the good intentions of His Majesty's Government?
THE CLERK. I don't mean to insinuate anything until the Defence of the Realm Act is repealed. It ain't safe.
AUGUSTUS. They told me that this town had set an example to all England in the matter of economy. I came down here to promise the Mayor a knighthood for his exertions.
THE CLERK. The Mayor! Where do I come in?
AUGUSTUS. You don't come in. You go out. This is a fool of a place. I'm greatly disappointed. Deeply disappointed. [Flinging himself back into his chair.] Disgusted.
THE CLERK. What more can we do? We've shut up everything. The picture gallery is shut. The museum is shut. The theatres and picture shows is shut: I haven't seen a movie picture for six months.
AUGUSTUS. Man, man: do you want to see picture shows when the Hun is at the gate?
THE CLERK.[mournfully]. I don't now, though it drove me melancholy mad at first. I was on the point of taking a pennorth of rat poison—
AUGUSTUS. Why didn't you?
THE CLERK. Because a friend advised me to take to drink instead. That saved my life, though it makes me very poor company in the mornings, as [hiccuping] perhaps you've noticed.
AUGUSTUS. Well, upon my soul! You are not
