Inquirer (decisively). No, I haven't.
First W. I. M. (put out). Ah, but you ought to have.
Second W. I. M. (cutting in). There you are again. That's just what I've been saying all along. He ought to have—but he hasn't; so where's your beautiful system now?
First W. I. M. (retreating strategically). I never said it was perfect, did I? But I'll come to that afterwards. (To Inquirer.) Now why haven't you got a vote?
Inquirer (with a painful sense of inferiority). I'm sure I don't know. I suppose the old Johnny, whoever he is, didn't chalk me down when he went round last time.
First W. I. M. Probably you haven't lived in your house long enough. You haven't got a qualifying period.
Inquirer. Haven't I? How long ought I to have lived there?
First W. I. M. (vaguely). Oh, it's something between three and four years. I can't tell you the exact number; they alter it every year.
Second W. I. M. Who alter it?
First W. I. M. The Revising Barristers, or somebody.