MR. TORRANCE, missing his chance, ‘Hardly yet, you know. Can’t be exactly a conquering hero the first night you put them on, can you, Roger?’
ROGER, hotly, ‘Did I say I was?’
MRS. TORRANCE. ‘Oh, John! Do turn round, Rogie. I never did—I never did!’
EMMA. ‘Isn’t he a pet!’
ROGER. ‘Shut up, Emma.’
MRS. TORRANCE, challenging the world, ‘Though I say it who shouldn’t—and yet, why shouldn’t I?’
MR. TORRANCE. ‘In any case you will—so go ahead, “mater.”’
MRS. TORRANCE. ‘I knew he would look splendid; but I—of course I couldn’t know that he would look quite so splendid as this.’
ROGER. ‘I know I look a bally ass. That is why I was such a time in coming down.’
MR. TORRANCE. ‘We thought we heard you upstairs strutting about.’