BOHUN (pouncing forward again). Stop. You're going to tell me about your feelings, Mr. Crampton. Don't: I sympathize with them; but they're not my business. Tell us exactly what you want: that's what we have to get at.
CRAMPTON (uneasily). It's a very difficult question to answer, Mr. Bohun.
BOHUN. Come: I'll help you out. What do you object to in the present circumstances of the children?
CRAMPTON. I object to the way they have been brought up.
BOHUN. How do you propose to alter that now?
CRAMPTON. I think they ought to dress more quietly.
VALENTINE. Nonsense.
BOHUN (instantly flinging himself back in his chair, outraged by the interruption). When you are done, Mr. Valentine—when you are quite done.
VALENTINE. What's wrong with Miss Clandon's dress?
CRAMPTON (hotly to Valentine). My opinion is as good as yours.