Bulger. A pipe at midnight! Well, you are cool!
Leggatt. No, I’m not. I am on the contrary slightly feverish.
Bulger. Your proposition is cool enough. Smoke at this hour!
Leggatt. I find it soothing. I cultivate repose of mind. It isn’t what we are, you know, in this world but how we like the situation. To like what we can’t mend is the true philosophy.
Bulger. Philosophy be blowed! This is a situation that I don’t like.
Leggatt. I can’t say that I actually enjoy it but since—(Caterwauling outside.)
Bulger. (Gets up angrily.) Oh those infernal cats. I’d like to murder every cat in creation.
Leggatt. Kindly throw a pop bottle. Straight ahead this time over the shed.
Bulger. (Snorting.) Throw it yourself.
Leggatt. (Coolly.) It was only a suggestion to be acted on or not at your discretion.