"What?"
"I boxed his ears."
"You?"
"I boxed his ears. That's why he went. He didn't go calmly. It wasn't his studies."
"How dare you box—oh, this is too horrible—and you stand there and tell me so to my face?"
"I'm afraid I must. The tone of your remarks positively demands it. Your son's conduct positively demanded that I should box his ears. So I did."
"Of all the shameless—"
"I'm afraid you're becoming like him—altogether impossible."
"You first lure him on, and then—oh, it is shameful!"
"Have you finished what you came for?"