How can you think it pretty
and not like it?
McCOMAS (rising, angry and scandalized). Really I must say---
(Bohun, who has listened to Dolly with the highest approval, is down on
him instantly.)
BOHUN. No: don't interrupt, McComas. The young lady's method is
right. (To Dolly, with tremendous emphasis.) Press your questions,
Miss Clandon: press your questions.
DOLLY (rising). Oh, dear, you are a regular overwhelmer! Do you
always go on like this?
BOHUN (rising). Yes. Don't you try to put me out of countenance,
young lady: you're too young to do it. (He takes McComas's chair from
beside Mrs. Clandon's and sets it beside his own.) Sit down. (Dolly,
fascinated, obeys; and Bohun sits down again. McComas, robbed of his
seat, takes a chair on the other side between the table and the
ottoman.) Now, Mr. Crampton, the facts are before you---both of them.
You think you'd like to have your two youngest children to live with
you. Well, you wouldn't--- (Crampton tries to protest; but Bohun will
not have it on any terms.) No, you wouldn't: you think you would; but
I know better than you. You'd want this young lady here to give up
dressing like a stage columbine in the evening and like a fashionable
columbine in the morning. Well, she won't---never. She thinks she
will; but---
DOLLY (interrupting him).
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