Bertie Fulkerson’s held his tongue about it; so have the other boys who’re friends of Farncombe’s. They see he’s hard hit. Enthusiastically. Oh, they’re good boys; they’re good, loyal boys! There’s not one of them who wouldn’t throw up his hat if Nicko got the chuck. Suddenly. Ma!
Mrs. Upjohn.
Startled. Hey?
Roper.
Dropping his voice. This little spree to-night at the theatre—Lil thinks it’s to be merely among the members of the Company.
Mrs. Upjohn.
Ain’t it?
Roper.
Sitting beside her. You keep quiet, now. No, it isn’t.
Mrs. Upjohn.