Janet. (Pouring out tea.) A valet?
Mrs. S. A valet, ma'am.... And the struggle I've had to bring up my children. (Whimpering.)
James. Now, mother!
Janet. (Stopping James.) That will do now! Give it me. (Taking toast and fork.) Here's some tea. Now don't pretend you've never seen a cup of tea before—you a curate!
(James accepts tea.)
Mrs. S. Yes, they would go into the church, both of them! I don't know how we've managed it, but managed it we have, surplices and all. And very happy they were, I'm sure. And now there's this dreadful scandal. Oh, Albert, you might at least have changed your name! I—I—— (Partially breaks down.)
John. Mother, I beg——(Mrs. Shawn breaks down entirely.) Mother, I absolutely insist. You know you promised not to speak at all except in answer to questions.
James. I think, mother, you really might try——
John. Leave her to me! Now, mother!
(Loud double knock off.)