Second Pass. (rather out of temper). Well, you take it calmly enough.
First Pass. (amiably). Why not? It is my theory that every child should have the best possible education. The infant should have enough mental food to last him for life. It is our duty that he should got it.
Second Pass. (with irritation). Well, at least you take an unselfish view of the case.
First Pass. (smiling sweetly). I don't see that! As a matter of fact, I am sufficiently successful not to care for competition. I believe that I am first-rate in my own walk; and, however the School Board may educate, they will not reach my standard.
Second Pass. (drily). I was not thinking of that, although it is a consideration. But how about the rates, my dear Sir—the rates?
First Pass. (with a good-humoured laugh). Oh, bother the rates! I don't see where they come in.
Second Pass. (with ghastly jocularity). But I do—by the front door.
First Pass. (condescendingly). Tut, tut! But what have the rates to do with the matter?
Second Pass. (astonished). Why, at a shilling in the pound and more to follow, you must admit they make a hole in a modest income?
First Pass. (enthusiastically). And what if they do, Sir—what if they do? Have we no duty to our fellow man? Ought we not to sacrifice something on his behalf—for his sake? And, my dear Sir, I speak all the more dispassionately, because my rates are paid—by my Landlord! [Curtain.