MRS. HOLROYD (fiercely)
Stop your mouth, you—you vulgar, low-minded brute.
HOLROYD
Am I? Am I? An' what are you? What tricks are you up to, an' all? But that's all right—that's all right. (Shouting) That's all right, if it's you.
BLACKMORE
I think I'd better go. You seem to enjoy—er—er—calumniating your wife.
HOLROYD (mockingly)
Calamniating—calamniating—I'll give you calamniating, you mealy-mouthed jockey: I'll give you calamniating.
BLACKMORE
I think you've said about enough.