Mayor: Perhaps we should postpone the visit?
Attendant: No, no, no - you see it's just that his brain is so tiny that the slightest movement can dislodge it (starts to slap the duke's head from side to side gently but firmly) Your Grace... Oh dear... it's rather like one of those games you play where you have to get the ball into the hole... That's it.
Peer: Ah! Now then, excellent, excellent, excellent, excellent. Now then... ah... what happens when the steel is poured into the ingots?
Mayor: (ushering everyone out) Perhaps we should go and have a look at the new showers?
Peer: Yes... yes ... yes ... yes... yes rather jolly good... jolly good... jolly good... jolly good... no fear...