HAWCASTLE
[to HORACE, with sudden seriousness]
Perhaps you are right, Mr. Granger-Simpson. Painful things may be done. Better the young lady were spared them. Take your sister away.
[He motions HORACE toward the door.]
ALMERIC
For God's sake do—it may be quite rowdy.
LADY CREECH
[to ETHEL at the same time]
My dear, you positively must!
HORACE