[120]it before Mrs. Shawn.) Sugar? (Mrs. Shawn signifies an affirmative—Janet drops sugar into cup, which Mrs. Shawn takes.) You'll drink it easier if you lift your veil.
James. Now, mother—you are sure you recognise this gentleman?
Mrs. S. (Not very positively.) Yes—yes. It's a rare long while....
James. He is your husband and our father?
Mrs. S. (More positively.) Yes. And sorry I am to say it. (Janet eyes her carefully.)
James. I think that suffices. (To Janet.) Madam, you are in a most unfortunate position. You supposed yourself to be a married woman, whereas you are nothing of the kind. I needn't say that as the victim of a heartless bigamist you have our deepest....
Janet. (Handing him a slice of bread on toasting-fork.) Just toast this for your mother, will you, and mind the bars. I'll get another cup or two. (Goes to sideboard and gets crockery.)
Carve. And so these are my two sons! They show little emotion in beholding the author of their being for the first time. As for me, I hardly recognise them.
Mrs. S. And is it likely, seeing they were born six months after you deserted me, Albert?
[121]Carve. I see. If it isn't indiscreet, am I a grandfather?