Sally. Dick's in the street. (She flies across from window and out at door.)
Ste. (with the air of a conjuror). There you are! Street accident.
(Jim follows Sally, but is met at the door by a very irate taxi-cabman carrying Dick in one hand and by the slack of his trousers, followed by Sally. The Chauffeur is a Cockney, about thirty, clean shaven, with the usual oily pallid complexion—dark—with black leather leggings and a bottle green great-coat with red facings. His number is on an enamelled plate, which is reversed.)
Jim (with more threat than anxiety). Have you hurt him?
Chauffeur. 'Urt? Nah. Aw'm a hexpert droiver, aw am.
(He puts Dick on his feet. Dick seeks refuge behind his mother s skirts and pulls at them with one hand, curiously watching the Chauffeur all the time. Pilling takes jug from washstand r. and exit for water.)
Pulled up in foive yard. Bet it ain't no bloomin' fault of 'is 'es not 'urt.
Sally (threateningly). If you'd killed my boy I'd have——
Chauff. (interrupting). Cheese it, missus. 'E's only froightened.
Dick. I'm not hurt, mother.