GENTLEMAN 1: What! What! Eh… eh, oh, by God! By God!

GENTLEMAN 2: Great Scott! My face is positively melting! (He begins clawing at his face.)

GENTLEMAN 1: By… God!

GENTLEMAN 2: (pointing) And so is yours!

GENTLEMAN 1: By… God!

(Outside, an over-dressed fop with a brightly coloured overcoat walks past the window.)

GENTLEMAN 2: A peacock! Whoooaaaa!

(He topples over on his expensive leather chair.)