MRS. TIMBRELL. You look like a man who has something to say.
BROOME. I’ve a good deal to say if it’s any good saying it. What’s it all mean?
MRS. TIMBRELL. Yes, that’s the point. Is it any good saying it? That’s just what I feel more and more Mr. Broome. I used to want to say things and now I say to myself. Is it any good? I believe we think very much alike about it.
BROOME. But a man has his feelings and so he’s got somethin’ to say.
MRS. TIMBRELL. That’s exactly what I think, Mr. Broome. I want to talk to relieve my feelings, not that I think it will do any good. Least said, soonest mended, I suppose. I agree with you.
BROOME. [Flattered.] I’ve no wish to make myself onpleasant only—
MRS. TIMBRELL. I was sure you hadn’t.
BROOME. Only—I want to know how your son—
MRS. TIMBRELL. Hark! Is that somebody coming in? I wonder if he’s got the doctor.
BROOME. I’m not one as interferes where there’s no call for it but—