"What have you done to—my son?"
"Done to him? Done to him? What d'you mean?" He sputtered. "I haven't done anything to him!"
"You quarreled with him?"
"Call it that if you choose. He forced the issue—though he probably went cry-babying to you with some other version!"
"He doesn't lie. And he told me just what I managed to drag out of him—no more. I got the impression that he was—ashamed of you, that's all."
"Well? I'll live it down, I guess! What do you expect me to do about it?"
"The decent thing, just for once in your life. I want you to go to him, or send for him, and—and make peace."
"You can see me doing it, can't you? Ha!"
"He has left our roof."
"His own choice!"