[To O'Dwyer.] My dear O'Dwyer, there is no riot, there is no confusion—
Imogen.
[To O'Dwyer.] Except the riot and confusion you are making.
Tom.
You know, you're admirably earnest, O'Dwyer, but a little excitable.
O'Dwyer.
[Calming himself.] Oh, I beg your pardon, I'm sure. [Emphatically.] My system is, begin as you mean to go on.
Imogen.
But we don't mean to go on like that.