C. Isn’t it disgusting, Lucius?
L. What is?
C. This proceeding of the mother’s.
L. Do you mean coming down here to live?
C. Of course I do! Without so much as consulting me.
L. The captain does not ordinarily consult the crew.
C. Bosh, Lucius. That habit of discipline makes you quite stupid. Now, haven’t I the right to be consulted?
L. (A whistle)
C. (A stamp)
L. Pray, what would your sagacity have proposed for grandpapa and the small children?