Jane. Suit yourself, Gloria. I have a son.
Gloria. And John is now?
Jane (hesitating—then with real enthusiasm). At a School for Socialism in Canterbury.
Gloria. A School for Socialism!
Jane. Yes, and until John's twentieth year there is completed he must remain in socialistic hands.
Gloria. You are not for socialism, Jane?
Jane. I am not enough interested in myself, Gloria, to be interested in others. However, I am for socialism till the advent of socialism, then I shall be for something else.
Gloria. And this school—had it a founder?
Jane. Yes, a Col. Christopher Crapsey. A really lovable man. The idea was wholly his, and wholly original too. The school has prospered and is now one of the largest in England. From all that I hear John is its prize pupil.
Gloria. But are you sure, Jane, that Crapsey is quite, quite reliable?