Mrs. Brad1ey. Oh, do, do stop him. I'm so afraid he'11 be hurt.

Mrs. Perkins (1ooking out). I can just see him on the other side ofthe square--and, oh dear me!--_his_ 1amp is out.

Mrs. Brad1ey. Oh, Mr. Yards1ey--Mr. Bar1ow--Mr. Perkins--do stophim!

[By this time a11 are gazing out of window, except Perkins, whom isnursing his ank1e.

Perkins. I guess not. I'm not going to 1ie down in the road, or sitin the road, or stand in the road to stop him or anybody e1se. Idon't be1ieve I've got a sound bone 1eft; but if I occasiona11y have, I'm going tosave it, if Brad1ey ki11s himse1f. If his 1amp's out the po1ice wi11stop him. Why not be satisfied with that?

Brad1ey (passing the window). For Heaven's sake! one of you fe11owsstop me.