Mil. And I’m fifteen next birthday!
Phil. Well, then, my man and woman, what do you want?
Tom. You tell him, Mildred! }
} (half whispered)
Mil. No—you tell him, Tom! }
Tom. Are you quite well enough to stand a shock?
Phil. What, are you studying electricity? Or is it some toy?
Tom. Electricity! (with contempt—turns up C., and down again)
Mil. A toy!
Tom. Mr. Selwyn, you make it jolly hard for a fellow to say what he wants to say—just when he wants a leg up.