(Mrs. Metherell is returning teapot to hob.)
JACK. She'll never let us.
MRS. METHERELL (returning). I'll do that.
(Elsie moves away.)
If he's to be spoon-fed, I'll feed him.
ELSIE (timidly). I was doing it to help you, Mrs. Metherell.
MRS. METHERELL. You were doing it to show how fond you are. What's this I hear about you, Jack?
JACK (his mouth full). Well, she's told you.
MRS. METHERELL. Hadn't you a tongue in your own mouth?
JACK. I'd have told you to-night.