I shouldn't be surprised. I reckon the whole fine flower of Europe would disapprove. "Disapprove?"—they'd sand-bag you to keep you away!
ETHEL
[rising quickly]
Oh, then I can't stay.
PIKE
[going between her and the upper doors, [pg 140] speaks with ring of domination]
Yes you can, and you will, and you've got to!
ETHEL
[angrily]
"Got to!" I shall not!