TIMBRELL. We’ll finish this now. Edgar, fetch me the Bible—the Family Bible. You know where it is—in the dining-room.
EDGAR. But—what—
TIMBRELL. [Loudly.] At once. [EDGAR goes.]
MRS. TIMBRELL. My dear—[TIMBRELL holds up his hand and she stops.]
LEONARD. The Family Bible! It’s like bringing out an obsolete instrument of torture. I’d forgotten that we had a Family Bible.
TIMBRELL. The names of my father’s children and their wives and children are recorded there.
LEONARD. And a very nice old custom, too.
TIMBRELL. Your ribaldry is ill-timed, sir.
LEONARD. Ribaldry! I can’t make a remark that suits you unless I’m hypocritical. I think it is a nice custom.