Kit. To—to marrying them.
Sydney. But I’ve never heard of anything so crazy.
Kit. Of course, you know, there’s nothing to worry about. There are heaps of clergymen who will.
Sydney. My dear boy, if Mother isn’t married in her own parish church she’ll think she’s living in sin.
Kit. Well, there it is!
Sydney. But look here, the old rector knew all about it. Do you mean to say that a new man can come into our parish and insult Mother just because his beastly conscience doesn’t work the same way the old rector’s did? The divorce is perfectly legal.
Kit. [In great discomfort] Yes, Father knows all that. [Hopefully] Of course, I don’t see myself why a registry office—
Sydney. If it were me I’d prefer it. Much less fuss. But Mother wouldn’t.
Kit. But she ought to see—
Sydney. But she won’t. It’s no use reckoning on what people ought to be. You’ve got to deal with them as they are.