outside his own house, of course. Well, now he hasn't got it. Pishchologically that's bound to touch him.
MAUD. Of course; but which way? Will he throw up the sponge, or try and stick it out here?
TOPPING. He won't throw up the sponge, Miss; more likely to squeeze it down the back of their necks.
MAUD. He'll be asked to resign, of course.
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Oh, dear! I wish I hadn't! But I couldn't see mother being—
TOPPING. Don't you fret, Miss; he'll come through. His jaw's above his brow, as you might say.
MAUD. What?
TOPPING. [Nodding] Phreenology, Miss. I rather follow that. When the jaw's big and the brow is small, it's a sign of character. I always think the master might have been a Scotchman, except for his fishionomy.
MAUD. A Scotsman?