MRS. TIMBRELL. He’s a wild boy, Mary.
MARY. He can be very sensible if he likes.
LEONARD. Don’t deny me my wildness. Don’t make me out a sham.
MRS. TIMBRELL. Wild, wild.
LEONARD. And where does it come from? How do I get it? Mr. Pendleton, who are the wild people here?
PENDLETON. Nay, my boy. I’m not up to your tricks and turns.
LEONARD. I’ll tell you. Mary and my mother—they’re very much alike.
TIMBRELL. I think we’ll leave this subject.
EDGAR. You won’t get him away from himself.
LEONARD. Brother, brother, I’ll be silent if you’ve anything worth saying.