TORRANCE. 'I thought, John, he could get it there. But if you
think--'
ROGER. 'He's making fun of you again, mater.'
MRS. TORRANCE. 'I shouldn't wonder. Here are some overalls. One is
leather and one fur, and this one is waterproof. The worst of it is that
they are from different shops, and each says that the others keep the
damp in, or draw the feet. They have such odd names, too. There are new
names for everything nowadays. Vests are called cuirasses. Are you
laughing at me, Rogie?'
MR. TORRANCE, sharply, 'If he is laughing, he ought to be ashamed of
himself.'
ROGER, barking, 'Who was laughing?'
MRS. TORRANCE. 'John!'
Emma cuffs her father playfully.
MR. TORRANCE. 'All very well, Emma, but it's past your bedtime.'
EMMA, indignantly, 'You can't expect me to sleep on a night like this.'
MR. TORRANCE. 'You can try.'
MRS. TORRANCE. '2nd Lieutenant! 2nd Lieutenant!'
MR. TORRANCE, alarmed, 'Ellen, don't break down. You promised.'
MRS. TORRANCE. 'I am not going to break down; but--but there is a
photograph of Rogie when he was very small--'
MR.
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