[Speaking in a whisper.] Brooky, Brooky, I’ve thought of those dreadful things for myself.
Brooke Twombley.
For yourself, Mater! Why, you can always get the right side of pa.
Lady Twombley.
Brooke! Brooky, I must tell you. Just now poor pa has no right side.
Brooke Twombley.
Mater!
Lady Twombley.
It’s as much as the dear man can do to get a rattle out of his keys. For a long time, Brooke, we’ve all been outrunning the constable.
Brooke Twombley.