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.