"'F you're going to keep on making noises breaking chairs," he said, "how d'you think we're going to get on?"
The Great Man raised himself from the débris with a murmured apology, brushed himself as well as he could, and sat down quietly upon an adjacent packing-case.
"Well, go on!" said William to the heroine.
"Something about 'Oh, mercy, spare me!' an' then I've forgot what comes after that."
"Well, why didn't you learn it?"
"I can't read your nasty old writing—all blots an' things spilt on it."
"Well, you can't write a play at all, so you needn't go making remarks about people's writing what can."
"Oh, go on!" said the egoistical hero off the stage. "Let's get to where I come on."
William studied his exercise-book carefully.
"Here's wot you say," he said, "'Oh, mercy, spare me——'"