LEONARD. [Surveying his brother.] And this is the success. I might have been like this if I’d tried.
TIMBRELL. I was always ready to take a reasonable and a liberal point of view.
LEONARD. Ah! You Liberals. It’s feeling that you’re so jolly liberal that confirms you in your wickedness.
TIMBRELL. Wickedness!
LEONARD. A rhetorical term of course.
TIMBRELL. [With real dejection.] I do my best but I can’t understand your language. You puzzle me, my boy.
LEONARD. Don’t mind me, sir. I’m a rotter.
MRS. TIMBRELL. You want your dinner, Leonard.
LEONARD. Well, well, little mother. I’d like to know what you think about it all.