REV. A. HAVERTON: Good dog, there!
FIDO: Wow,
Wow, wow!
REV. A. HAVERTON (very nervous): There!
FIDO: Wow! wow!
REV. A. HAVERTON (in an agony): Good dog!
FIDO: Bow! wow! wow!
Wow, wow! Wow!! WOW!!!
MRS. HAVERTON (very excited): Oh, Lord, he'll
wake the children!
REV. A. HAVERTON (exploding): How often have
I told you, Dorothy,
Not to exclaim "Good Lord!"… Apart from manners—
Which have their own importance—blasphemy
(And I regard the phrase as blasphemous)
Cannot—
MRS. HAVERTON (uneasily): Oh, very well!…
Oh, very well!
(Exploding in her turn.)
Upon my soul, you are intolerable!
(She jumps up and makes for the door. Before she gets to
it there is a knock and MATILDA enters.)
MATILDA: Please, m'm, it's only Mrs. Cobley's daughter
To say the washing shall be sent to-morrow,
And would you check the list again and see,
Because she thinks she never had two collars
Of what you sent, but only five, because
You marked it seven; and Mrs. Cobley says
There must be some mistake.