It's
understood that self is put aside. Human nature always begins by saying
that.
CRAMPTON. But I mean it, sir.
BOHUN. Quite so. Now for your point.
CRAMPTON. Every reasonable person will admit that it's an unselfish
one---the children.
BOHUN. Well? What about the children?
CRAMPTON (with emotion). They have---
BOHUN (pouncing forward again). Stop. You're going to tell me about
your feelings, Mr. Crampton. Don't: I sympathize with them; but they're
not my business. Tell us exactly what you want: that's what we have to
get at.
CRAMPTON (uneasily). It's a very difficult question to answer, Mr.
Bohun.
BOHUN. Come: I'll help you out. What do you object to in the
present circumstances of the children?
CRAMPTON. I object to the way they have been brought up.
BOHUN. How do you propose to alter that now?
CRAMPTON. I think they ought to dress more quietly.
VALENTINE. Nonsense.
BOHUN (instantly flinging himself back in his chair, outraged by the
interruption). When you are done, Mr. Valentine---when you are quite
done.
VALENTINE. What's wrong with Miss Clandon's dress?
CRAMPTON (hotly to Valentine). My opinion is as good as yours.
GLORIA (warningly). Father!
CRAMPTON (subsiding piteously). I didn't mean you, my dear.
(Pleading earnestly to Bohun.
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