JOGTROT (sneeringly). I believe, sir, I have already expressed my opinion of military men—as husbands!
JACK (threateningly). Take my advice, sir, and leave military men alone, or else— (JESSIE takes small bell and rings it; JACK falls into chair laughing.)
JOGTROT. In a word—
MRS. T. Pardon me, doctor, you have said quite enough already!
JESSIE (indignantly) More than enough, Doctor Jogtrot! (advancing on JOGTROT, who retreats; she follows him up). For the last ten minutes you’ve been insulting a better man than yourself, Doctor Jogtrot!—a far better man, Doctor Jogtrot!
JACK (aside). Halloa! here’s JESSIE getting into a pet! (takes second small bell and rings it; JESSIE and JACK fall into chairs roaring with laughter and ringing their bells, JOGTROT staring at them in astonishment).
CHIRPER (to JOGTROT, in a sympathizing tone). My dear respected friend—
JOGTROT (turning fiercely on CHIRPER). And you! standing there like a gaping idiot—ugh!
JACK. Oh, Dicky’s all right! he’s got his cow; hain’t you, Dicky?
CHIRPER. And the Philotechnic, where, by-the-bye, I am now due.