"I got a favour.

I want you to go over to Milla's--" "I'm goin' to finish pressin' these trousers," Albert interrupted.

"Then I've got my breakfast to eat." "Well, you could do this first," said Ramsey, hurriedly.

"It wouldn't hurt you to do me this little favour first.

You just slip over and see Milla for me, if she's up yet, and if she isn't, you better wait around there till she is, because I want you to tell her I'm a whole lot better this morning.