Angrily. Now, look here, Jimmie! A jest is a capital thing in its way. No man has a keener sense of humour than Lal Roper. But there are occasions when it’s out o’ place, and this is one of ’em, my dear; and if it’s not putting you to serious inconvenience——
Jimmie.
Also losing her temper. Oh, well, then, have it in the neck! Lil’s declined young Farncombe. There! And when you crack a joke next, Mr. Roper, I beg you’ll contrive to favour us with a little variety; flouncing away because you bore me pallid with your rotten wheezes, and always have done.
Roper.
Going to Mrs. Upjohn, aghast at the tidings. Ma——!
Mrs. Upjohn.
To Roper, under her breath. Won’t draw ’im into ’er net, Uncle.
Roper.
Won’t draw him into her——?
Jimmie.