Sydney. Oh—any illness. Consumption or—well, say insanity. Suppose—you, for instance—suppose you were a queer family—a little, you know. Say your mother or your father was queer—and you weren’t. You were perfectly fit, you understand, perfectly fit—
Kit. Well?
Sydney. What about the children?
Kit. I wouldn’t risk it. Thank the Lord your father’s only shell-shock.
Sydney. Why?
Kit. You can’t pass on shell-shock.
Sydney. Then you can pass on insanity—even if you’re fit yourself?
Kit. Of course you can.
Sydney. It would be very wicked, wouldn’t it—to children? Oh, it would be wicked. I suppose when people are in love they don’t think.
Kit. Won’t think.