Mrs. Wolff, there's a draught. I believe there's a draught.
MRS. WOLFF
Oh, he ain't so weak as all that. A bit o' draught, ain't goin' to hurt this little feller!
FLEISCHER
Oh, but it will, I assure you. You have no idea. He catches cold so easily! Exercise, Philip! Keep moving a little.
PHILIP jerks his shoulders back with a pettish exclamation.
FLEISCHER
Come now, Philip. You'll end by being ill. All you have to do is to walk slowly up and down.
PHILIP
[Naughtily.] But, I don't want to.