ever at my country's call. Whether it be the embassy in a leading European capital, a governor-generalship in the tropics, or my humble mission here to make Little Pifflington do its bit, I am always ready for the sacrifice. Whilst England remains England, wherever there is a public job to be done you will find a Highcastle sticking to it. And now, madam, enough of my tragic personal history. You have called on business. What can I do for you?
THE LADY. You have relatives at the Foreign Office, have you not?
AUGUSTUS.[haughtily]. Madam, the Foreign Office is staffed by my relatives exclusively.
THE LADY. Has the Foreign Office warned you that you are being pursued by a female spy who is determined to obtain possession of a certain list of gun emplacements?
AUGUSTUS.[interrupting her somewhat loftily]. All that is perfectly well known to this department, madam.
THE LADY.[surprised and rather indignant]. Is it? Who told you? Was it one of your German brothers-in-law?
AUGUSTUS.[injured, remonstrating]. I have only three German brothers-in-law, madam. Really, from your tone, one would suppose that I had several. Pardon my sensitiveness on that subject; but reports are continually being circulated that I have been shot as a traitor in the courtyard of the Ritz Hotel simply because I have German brothers-in-law. [With feeling.] If you had a German brother-in-law, madam, you would know that nothing else in the world produces so strong an anti-German feeling. Life affords no keener pleasure than finding a brother-in-law's name in the German casualty list.
THE LADY. Nobody knows that better than I.
