James.
[Very aggressively.] I shan't go till I choose.
Basil.
[Turns round, smiling blandly.] Of course, we're both Christians, dear James; and there's a good deal of civilisation kicking about the world nowadays. But, notwithstanding, the last word is still with the strongest.
James.
What d'you mean by that?
Basil.
[Good-humouredly.] Merely that discretion is the better part of valour. They say that proverbs are the wealth of nations.
James.
[Indignantly.] That's just the sort of thing you'd do—to 'it a feller smaller than yourself.