First W. I. M., Second W. I. M. (together). Oh, you tell that to the Marines! It won't wash here.
Inquirer (doubtfully). Perhaps it's American.
Average Man (resignedly). Well I daresay it is. Any way, you can have it so if you like, It may be Sanskrit for all I care.
[Retires to his paper. A pause.
Inquirer (to First W. I. M.). But, look here, what made you lose your hair, just now? You looked as angry as blazes about something.
First W. I. M. (with dignity). Did I? Well, isn't it enough to make anybody, who loves his country, angry when he sees what's going on. Why, the Government's going to turn everything inside out, with some blessed new law about elections. Registration Bill, they call it, or something of that sort. Just as if we hadn't had enough tinkering and pottering lately. It's all through this confounded County Council interfering with everything.
Second W. I. M. (aggressive). What the dickens has the County Council got to do with it? You're always dropping on the County Council.
First W. I. M. Oh, they've got their finger in every pie. I'm pretty certain this is their job.
Second W. I. M. Well, you're wrong this time, that's all. You're thinking of the Employers' Liability Bill.
First W. I. M. No, I'm not. I never even heard of it. So that's where you're wrong. What has the Employers' Liabill got——I mean the Employers' (steadily, and with determination) Li-a-bil-ity Bill got to do with the County Council?