TIMBRELL. Would you condescend to marry him? Would you be such a fool?
MARY. He wouldn’t marry me.
TIMBRELL. So much the worse for him, then. [To LEONARD.] You’ve lived here hitherto at my expense. I turn you out. You’re old enough to earn a living. Go.
MRS. TIMBRELL. Edward—
TIMBRELL. My mind’s made up. There’s only one alternative.
LEONARD. And what’s that, sir?
TIMBRELL. That you do reparation. That you do the honest, manly thing. It hasn’t occurred to you, it seems.
LEONARD. You mean?—
TIMBRELL. I can hardly advise her to do it. Mary, if you marry him I’ll give him £300 a year so long as he behaves himself; if he doesn’t you shan’t suffer.
MRS. TIMBRELL. Edward. Don’t be hasty, don’t decide too quickly. I’m thinking of you, Mary, as well as of him.