Dennis (cheerfully). All the more chance that this one turns out the delicate little wood violet, such as we occasionally read of in the papers as ornamenting the “Ouse of Lords.”
George (gloomily). I am afraid we shall be the flower part of this show.
Dennis. In what respect?
George. Why, wall flowers, of course.
Steven. Really, it’s no joking matter. I don’t know how long the girls will carry on their intended neglect, but it will be strong while it lasts.
Dennis (coming down stage indignantly). If I have to put in two days of life without—without—
Steven (interrupting). Faith, hope, or charity, which?
George. Why don’t you say Amy, and have done with it?
Dennis (half turning). Very well. If I have to put in a week here, ten miles from anything, with Amy overflowing with sweetness for that—that—
[Hesitates.