'
WILLIS: 'Look here, Dr. Lawton, what are you up to?'
LAWTON: 'Look here, Mr. Campbell, what is your little game?'
WILLIS: '_I_ don't know what you're up to.' He shrugs his
shoulders and walks up the room.
LAWTON, shrugging his shoulders and walking up the room abreast of
Campbell: '_I_ don't know what your little game is.' They return
together, and stop, confronting each other.
WILLIS: 'But if you think I'm going to give myself away--'
LAWTON: 'If you suppose I'm going to take you at your own figure--'
They walk up the room together, and return as before.
WILLIS: 'Mrs. Bemis, what is this unnatural parent of yours after?'
MRS. BEMIS, tittering: 'Oh, I'm sure _I_ can't tell.'
WILLIS: 'Aunt Mary, you used to be a friend of mine. Can't you
give me some sort of clue?'
MRS. CRASHAW: 'I should be ashamed of you, Willis, if you accepted
anybody's help.'
WILLIS, sighing: 'Well, this is pretty hard on an orphan. Here I
come to join a company of friends at the fireside of a burgled
brother-in-law, and I find myself in a nest of conspirators.'
Suddenly, after a moment: 'Oh, I understand. Why, I ought to have
seen at once. But no matter--it's just as well. I'm sure that we
shall hear Dr. Lawton leniently, and make allowance for his well-
known foible. Roberts is bound by the laws of hospitality, and Mr.
Bemis is the father-in-law of his daughter.
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