TED MORRIS.
It's very good of you, aunt. I know you mean kindly
—both of you, but——(Puts his arm round Nelly,)
Nelly and I have fought the worst of this fight by ourselves, and— we'll win it or lose it alone.
MR. BEN DIXON.
(He shakes Ted by the hand.) A noble resolution. You are a brave boy. I admire you for it. (Aside.) I hope he'll stick to it.
MRS. BEN DIXON.
Ah, you're your father's boy, Ted—both of you—but while you're sticking up for your independence don't you forget my rights. I am your aunt. I loved your poor dead mother, and I've a right to love her two headstrong young brats, and I'm going to do it. (There is the slightest suggestion of tears in her voice by this time.)
NELLY MORRIS.
I'm sure we both want you to, aunt. Ted didn't mean that, he didn't. Did you, Ted?