Lady Corinthia Fanshawe and Mrs. Banger wish to see you, sir.
Mrs. Banger's grandmother commanded a canteen at that celebrated battle.
Theres no use in my tackling Mrs. Banger: she would only sit on my head too.
General Mitchener: your designs on Mrs. Banger are defeated.
In the mean time, Hopeful hammers away lustily, merrily whistling, and singing the praises of the 'Banger.'