DORA. Well, I should never have known you out of the uniform. How did you get out? You were doing a month, wernt you?
MARGARET. My bloke paid the fine the day he got out himself.
DORA. A real gentleman! [Pointing to Bobby, who is staring open-mouthed] Look at him. He cant take it in.
BOBBY. I suppose you made her acquaintance in prison, Meg. But when it comes to talking about blokes and all that—well!
MARGARET. Oh, Ive learnt the language; and I like it. It's another barrier broken down.
BOBBY. It's not so much the language, Meg. But I think [he looks at Dora and stops].
MARGARET. [suddenly dangerous] What do you think, Bobby?
DORA. He thinks you oughtnt to be so free with me, dearie. It does him credit: he always was a gentleman, you know.
MARGARET. Does him credit! To insult you like that! Bobby: say that that wasnt what you meant.
BOBBY. I didnt say it was.