You'll stay here for the next twenty minutes if I have to make Crecy and Agincourt look like a Peace Conference!
[She looks at him aghast, sinks into chair by table; he continues after a very slight pause.][pg 141]
You and your brother have soaked up a society-column notion of life over here; you're like old Pete Delaney of Terry Hut—he got so he'd drink cold tea if there was a whiskey label on the bottle. They've fuddled you with labels. It's my business to see that you know what kind of people you're dealin' with.
ETHEL
[almost in tears]
You're bullying me! I don't see why you talk so brutally to me.
PIKE
[sadly and earnestly]
Do you think I'd do it for anything but you?
ETHEL