LEONARD. You’re damned small-minded. Don’t bother us. [To his father.] I quite understand your point of view, sir.
TIMBRELL. Oh! do you? You understand me very thoroughly, don’t you?
LEONARD. You see I have far more faith in your practical wisdom than in my own. I’m in a mess. You’ll say I ought to stop and face the music. My point is that it does no good. And then there was that infernal wedding of Edgar’s; I had to get out of that. They didn’t want me any how. Oh! I know I cut a very poor figure. From your point of view. And I quite understand it, mind you. I’m very much with you now. And when I look at you, Mary, I feel rather horrible.
MARY. I didn’t think you’d have run away.
LEONARD. No, that’s bad, isn’t it?
EDGAR. The fellow’s a Comedian.
MRS. TIMBRELL. Come, Mary.
TIMBRELL. Stop. Mary, would you marry him?
MARY. What, sir?