Parbury.
No. My mind’s made up. I shall not change my secretary.
Mrs. Parbury.
Clement!
Parbury.
[Rises and goes to her.] Listen, my dear Mabel. Perhaps I’m a good deal to blame for the pain you are going to suffer now, and I’m very sorry for you; in many ways you are the best little woman in the world. I’ve been weak and yielding, and I’ve gradually allowed you to acquire a great deal more power than you know how to use wisely.
Mrs. Parbury.
Really, Clement, you must be raving.
Parbury.