MARGARET. Oh, it'd be no fun. If I wanted what you call fun, I should ask the Frenchman to kiss me—or Juggins.
BOBBY. [rising and retreating to the hearth] Oh, dont be disgusting, Meg. Dont be low.
MARGARET. [determinedly, preparing to use force] Now, I'll make you kiss me, just to punish you. [She seizes his wrist; pulls him off his balance; and gets her arm round his neck].
BOBBY. No. Stop. Leave go, will you.
Juggins appears at the door.
JUGGINS. Miss Delaney, Sir. [Dora comes in. Juggins goes out. Margaret hastily releases Bobby, and goes to the other side of the room.]
DORA. [through the door, to the departing Juggins] Well, you are a Juggins to shew me up when theres company. [To Margaret and Bobby] It's all right, dear: all right, old man: I'll wait in Juggins's pantry til youre disengaged.
MARGARET. Dont you know me?
DORA. [coming to the middle of the room and looking at her very attentively] Why, it's never No. 406!
MARGARET. Yes it is.