Colonel!
Colonel.
I really think I have cause to be angry. A more depressing function than your luncheon party to-day I’ve never experienced. I think I have a right to a little cheerfulness in my middle age. I’m sure I’ve earned it. I’ve had a great deal to put up with in my life.
Mr. Parbury.
No doubt, no doubt.
Colonel.
Of course I have always accepted my full share of the blame. That I have felt to be only right and manly. [Pause. He looks at Clement.] As for my late dear wife, her heart was rarely deaf to a proper expression of regret. The memory of her I feel to be a blessing to this day. [He blows his nose sympathetically.] One thing I can tell you, Mabel, that when your dear mother and I made it up—well, we did make it up. I am not without some very agreeable recollections—most agreeable. [Pause. He comes to Mrs. Parbury.] I trust you won’t require me tonight, my dear. I have to attend a Masonic Banquet.
Mrs. Parbury.
No, father; I shan’t want you.
Colonel.