---or our father?
CRAMPTON. I should like to be both, my child. But surely---! Mr.
Valentine: I appeal to your sense of honor.
VALENTINE. You're quite right. It's perfect madness. If we go out
to dance together I shall have to borrow five shillings from her for a
ticket. Gloria: don't be rash: you're throwing yourself away. I'd much
better clear straight out of this, and never see any of you again. I
shan't commit suicide: I shan't even be unhappy. It'll be a relief to
me: I---I'm frightened, I'm positively frightened; and that's the plain
truth.
GLORIA (determinedly). You shall not go.
VALENTINE (quailing). No, dearest: of course not. But--oh, will
somebody only talk sense for a moment and bring us all to reason! I
can't. Where's Bohun? Bohun's the man. Phil: go and summon Bohun---
PHILIP. From the vastly deep. I go. (He makes his bat quiver in
the air and darts away through the window.)
WAITER (harmoniously to Valentine). If you will excuse my putting in
a word, sir, do not let a matter of five shillings stand between you and
your happiness, sir. We shall be only too pleased to put the ticket
down to you: and you can settle at your convenience. Very glad to meet
you in any way, very happy and pleased indeed, sir.
PHILIP (re-appearing). He comes. (He waves his bat over the window.
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