REV. A. HAVERTON (_very nervous_): There!

FIDO: Wow! wow!

REV. A. HAVERTON (_in an agony_): Good dog!

FIDO: Bow! wow! wow!
Wow, wow! Wow!! WOW!!!

MRS. HAVERTON (_very excited_): Oh, Lord, he'll
wake the children!

REV. A. HAVERTON (_exploding_): How often have
I told you, Dorothy,
Not to exclaim "Good Lord!"... Apart from manners--
Which have their own importance--blasphemy
(And I regard the phrase as blasphemous)
Cannot--

MRS. HAVERTON (_uneasily_): Oh, very well!...
Oh, very well!
(_Exploding in her turn_.)
Upon my soul, you are intolerable!
(_She jumps up and makes for the door. Before she gets to
it there is a knock and_ MATILDA _enters_.)

MATILDA: Please, m'm, it's only Mrs. Cobley's daughter
To say the washing shall be sent to-morrow,
And would you check the list again and see,
Because she thinks she never had two collars