Littlefield.
Flippant? By no means! A little light-headed. My profession is attacked. At its very roots, sir.—
With relish.
As far as that goes, I'm afraid yours is, too.
Culpepper.
To Beeler, ignoring the gibe.
Am I to understand that you countenance these proceedings?
Beeler.
Pointing to the invalid chair.
If your wife had spent five years helpless in that chair, I guess you'd countenance any proceedings that set her on her feet.