Janet. There's a police-station in the Upper Richmond Road. Better call there. It'll be so nice for you two, when you're flourishing about in the pulpit, to think of your father in prison—won't it now?
James. We, of course, should not prosecute. If you are prepared to go on living with this gentleman as though nothing had happened—
Janet. Oh, I don't mind.
James. Well, then, I doubt if we should interfere.
[124]But Mr. Texel's lawyers are already in communication with the police.
Janet. (Stiffly.) I see. (An awkward pause during which everybody except Carve, who is reading his post, looks at everybody else.) Well, then, I think that's about all, isn't it? (A shorter pause.) Good-morning. (She bows to the curates, and shakes hands with Mrs. Shawn.) (To Mrs. Shawn.) Now do take care of yourself.
Mrs. S. (Weakly.) Thank you.
John. Good-morning. Mother, take my arm, please.
James. Good-morning.
Janet. Albert, they're going.