MARGARET. You.
DORA. [peacemaking] Now, dearies!
BOBBY. If you dont take care, youll get your fat head jolly well clouted.
MARGARET. If you dont take care, the policeman's tooth will only be the beginning of a collection.
DORA. Now, loveys, be good.
Bobby, lost to all sense of adult dignity, puts out his tongue at Margaret. Margaret, equally furious, catches his protended countenance a box on the cheek. He hurls himself her. They wrestle.
BOBBY. Cat! I'll teach you.
MARGARET. Pig! Beast! [She forces him backwards on the table]. Now where are you?
DORA. [calling] Juggins, Juggins. Theyll murder one another.
JUGGINS. [throwing open the door, and announcing] Monsieur Duvallet.