Um—just the afternoon for it to happen if there was. Troubles always come together in this world, and they don't even make the usual reduction for taking a quantity.
(Enter Theodore and Ted by window.)
THEODORE TRAVERS.
Want me, mater?
MRS. BEN DIXON.
Yes, I do—look at us all. Did you ever see a collection of people looking more as if they'd just been fined forty shillings all round? We want some of your light philosophical conversation. Make us a bit cheerful.
THEODORE TRAVERS.
(Looks round.) Too big an order for me, mater. You want a soothing and elevating influence here. Where's Ben?
MRS. BEN DIXON.
Don't you try to irritate me with that step-father of yours, Theodore, or you and I——