Yardsley (pulling himself together again). Bobbed. Hicks be Bobbed.That's what I was going to say.

Dorothy. What on earth does this all mean? I must have anexplanation, Jennie. What have you to say for yourself?

Jennie. Why, I--

Yardsley. I tell you it isn't true. She's made it up out of wholecloth.

Barlow. What isn't true? She hasn't exclaimed anything yet.

Yardsley (desperately). I refer to what she's going to say. I'm a--a--I'm a mind-reader, and I see it all as plain as day.