WILLIAM. I can't help what she says. It ain't.
MARTIN. [_Looking under the sofa._] Just you hustle, young man, and don't
give me any back-answers.
[_Having completed his examination of the sofa, he moves to the
sideboard, and fusses round that._
SMITHERS. [_Methodically shaking out each napkin._] I tell you she's
cross.
MARTIN. [_Hard at work, searching._] Doesn't mind disturbing _us,_ in the
midst of our supper!
WILLIAM. [_Who, all the time, has been on all fours searching._] We're
dirt, that's what we are--dirt.