LEONARD. Just listen to her, Sheila. It may do you good.
TIMBRELL. Listen to this. [He strikes the Bible with his fist.] I swear by this Book that unless my son, Leonard, marries that woman, Mary—What is your name?
MARY. My name is Mary Broome.
TIMBRELL. Mary Broome, he leaves this house—to-day—and never again receives support in money or aught else from me. [This is spoken standing. He sits down heavily. A short pause.] It is now between my son Leonard and Mary Broome. [He opens the Bible at the blank pages before the title page and, putting on his spectacles, looks fixedly and inscrutably at the names inscribed there.]
SHEILA. [To EDGAR.] I think you ought to interfere.
TIMBRELL. [Without looking up.] If Sheila is not satisfied with her sister-in-law she need not marry into this family.
SHEILA. She would be my brother-in-law’s wife not my sister-in-law.
LEONARD. You are saved.
TIMBRELL. I want to know whether I must write Mary Broome’s name here.
EDGAR. It’s after marriage you’d do that—not before.