Oh, yes, you are: you think you're not;
but you are. I know by your eyebrows.
BOHUN (capitulating). Mrs. Clandon: these are clever children---
clear headed, well brought up children. I make that admission
deliberately. Can you, in return, point out to me any way of inducting
them to hold their tongues?
MRS. CLANDON. Dolly, dearest---!
PHILIP. Our old failing, Dolly. Silence! (Dolly holds her mouth.)
MRS. CLANDON. Now, Mr. Bohun, before they begin again---
WAITER (softer). Be quick, sir: be quick.
DOLLY (beaming at him). Dear William!
PHILIP. Sh!
BOHUN (unexpectedly beginning by hurling a question straight at
Dolly). Have you any intention of getting married?
DOLLY. I! Well, Finch calls me by my Christian name.
McCOMAS. I will not have this. Mr. Bohun: I use the young lady's
Christian name naturally as an old friend of her mother's.
DOLLY. Yes, you call me Dolly as an old friend of my mother's. But
what about Dorothee-ee-a? (McComas rises indignantly.)
CRAMPTON (anxiously, rising to restrain him). Keep your temper,
McComas. Don't let us quarrel. Be patient.
McCOMAS. I will not be patient. You are shewing the most wretched
weakness of character, Crampton. I say this is monstrous.
DOLLY. Mr. Bohun: please bully Finch for us.
BOHUN. I will. McComas: you're making yourself ridiculous.
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