CANDIDA. Eugene! Nothing?
MARCHBANKS (piteously). I mean—I—I'm very sorry. I won't do it again: indeed I won't. I'll let him alone.
MORELL (indignantly, with an aggressive movement towards Eugene). Let me alone! You young—
CANDIDA (Stopping him). Sh—no, let me deal with him, James.
MARCHBANKS. Oh, you're not angry with me, are you?
CANDIDA (severely). Yes, I am—very angry. I have a great mind to pack you out of the house.
MORELL (taken aback by Candida's vigor, and by no means relishing the sense of being rescued by her from another man). Gently, Candida, gently. I am able to take care of myself.
CANDIDA (petting him). Yes, dear: of course you are. But you mustn't be annoyed and made miserable.
MARCHBANKS (almost in tears, turning to the door). I'll go.
CANDIDA. Oh, you needn't go: I can't turn you out at this time of night. (Vehemently.) Shame on you! For shame!