"My name's Bassington-Bassington, and the jolly old Bassington-Bassingtons - I mean the Bassington-Bassingtons aren't accustomed - " Old Blumenfeld told him in a few brief words pretty much what he thought of the Bassington-Bassingtons and what they weren't accustomed to. ... "You got to work good for my pop!" said the stout child, waggling his head reprovingly at Cyril. "I don't want any bally cheek from you!" said Cyril, gurgling a bit. "What's that?" barked old Blumenfeld. "Do you understand that this boy is my son?" "Yes, I do," said Cyril. "And you both have my sympathy!" "You're fired!" bellowed old Blumenfeld, swelling a good bit more. "Get out of my theatre!"