Chauff. No, bet yer would be if yer got what yer bloomin' well arsked for. Yer came as near to it as bone is to flesh.
(Sally sits on stool r, with Dick, examining his bruised knee.)
Ste. (stepping forward pompously). Now then, my man——
Chauff. Aw'm not yer man. (To Sally.) Nah aw' give yer warning, missus, to look after 'im.
(Jim returns with water, which he puts by Sally r. She washes the knee.).
Walter (quietly). Isn't it your business to look after the safety of pedestrians?
Chauff. (acknowledging the Church by a quieter reply). What roight 'ad 'e to-be in the middle of the rowd? Ain't the poivement woide enough for 'im to ply 'opscotch? (He addresses Walter.)
Jim (r). Look here, that's my kid, and if you've anything to say you can say it to me.
Chauff. Aw've this to sy. Yer tell 'im to keep to the poivements. 'E moight 'ave bin in 'eaven nah if aw wasn't a hexpert droiver. There's more kids to the square foot in this tahn than any place aw've struck. People moike a fair 'obby of it.
Ste. (importantly). You'd better be careful what you say. You don't know who you're talking to.