Look here, you shut up. I bet I could cut you out with any girl you like to mention.
Blenkinsop.
Rubbish!
Mrs. Dot.
I daresay he can whisper nonsense in a woman’s ear as well as any one else.
Aunt Eliza.
It’s born in them, the brutes.
Blenkinsop.
Pooh! I wouldn’t waste my time on whispering nonsense. I’d just send my pass-book round by a messenger boy.
Freddie.