Mrs. Parbury.
I’m very, very serious. Please, for your own sake, understand that. Which is it to be?
Parbury.
There, dear, let’s drop it now. Don’t you think domestic squabbles like this, besides being boring, are just a little—may one say it, vulgar? Let’s go back to the garden.
Mrs. Parbury.
Which is it to be?
Parbury.
[Shrugs his shoulders.] Of course, you know I’m decided. Miss Woodward stays.
Mrs. Parbury.
Very well.