Mary Broome: A Comedy, in Four Acts

by Allan Monkhouse

TIMBRELL. Do you think to gain your point by talk like this?

MRS. TIMBRELL. No. This is for my own satisfaction. I’m vexed with you.

TIMBRELL. You didn’t think that I gave any credence to that boy’s abominable suggestions?

LEONARD. Please don’t talk about that now. There’s something more serious to consider.

MRS. TIMBRELL. Don’t talk about it now, either.

LEONARD. I don’t see how we can talk about anything else. We must have an income. Mr. Pendleton, I appeal to you—

PENDLETON. Nay, let him calm down.

TIMBRELL. I shall not calm down. I am perfectly calm. The fellow shall suffer. It will do him good.

MRS. TIMBRELL. And Mary and the child must suffer.