Kit. [Guiltily] Well, I’m awfully sorry.
Sydney. It’s no use being sorry. We’ve got to do something.
Kit. [Hopelessly] When once the old man gets an idea into his head—
Sydney. He’d better not let it out in front of Mother. Gray’d half kill him if he did. And I tell you this, Kit, what Gray leaves I’ll account for, even if he is your father. Poor little Mother!
Kit. Well I’m all on your side, you know that. But of course, Sydney, a clergyman needn’t re-marry divorced people. It’s in that bill. The governor was quoting it to-day.
Sydney. But doesn’t he know the circumstances?
Kit. He only knows what I do.
Sydney. One doesn’t shout things at people, naturally. But it’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s only that my unfortunate father has been in an asylum ever since I can remember. Shell-shock. It began before I was born. He never came home again. Mother had to give up going to see him even. It seemed to make him worse.
Kit. Pretty tragic.
Sydney. Oh, for years now he hasn’t known anyone, luckily. And he’s well looked after. He’s quite all right.