TORRANCE. 'Oh, John! Do turn round, Rogie. I never did--I never
did!'
EMMA. 'Isn't he a pet!'
ROGER. 'Shut up, Emma.'
MRS. TORRANCE, challenging the world, 'Though I say it who shouldn't--and
yet, why shouldn't I?'
MR. TORRANCE. 'In any case you will--so go ahead, "mater."'
MRS. TORRANCE. 'I knew he would look splendid; but I--of course I
couldn't know that he would look quite so splendid as this.'
ROGER. 'I know I look a bally ass. That is why I was such a time in
coming down.'
MR. TORRANCE. 'We thought we heard you upstairs strutting about.'
MRS. TORRANCE. 'John! Don't mind him, Rogie.'
ROGER, haughtily, 'I don't.'
MR. TORRANCE. 'Oh!'
ROGER. 'But I wasn't strutting.'
MRS. TORRANCE. 'That dreadful sword! No, I would prefer you not to draw
it, dear--not till necessity makes you.'
MR. TORRANCE. 'Come, come, Ellen; that's rather hard lines on the boy.
If he isn't to draw it here, where is he to draw it?'
EMMA, with pride, 'At the Front, father.'
MR. TORRANCE. 'I thought they left them at home nowadays, Roger?'
ROGER. 'Yes, mater; you see, they are a bit in the way.
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