[Sternly.] How often have I told you, Mr. Eccles, not to come to this house except when you’re sober!
Eccles.
[Raising his voice in indignant protest.] Shober—hic—perfectly shober! shober as a—hic—judge!
George.
I’m afraid I can’t argue with you as to the precise stage of intoxication in which you find yourself. You had better go home at once.
Eccles.
Do you hear that Esh—ter? Do you hear that—hic—me child?
Esther.
Yes, father. I think you had better go home. You’re not very well to-night.