"So no matter what I do, I'm wrong?" the girl asked.
"Not at all," said Scholar Ross. "It is your direct responsibilty—your duty—to do everything you can to establish a firm and stable family unit here with Bertram Harrison—"
"Sorry, Scholar Ross," said Mr. Harrison icily. "You haven't really heard me. Your notion that this affair is a civil argument between an affianced couple is not true. You imply that no laws have been broken. You are wrong. I am willing to sign a complaint right now that Miss Gloria Hanford deliberately induced my son to indulge in her therapy. It was her means of lulling him into a state of mind that would permit her to go gallivanting off on a date with another man."
"I am not married to Berty yet!" snapped Gloria. "Dating's still my right!"
"Oh," snarled Mr. Harrison angrily, "shut up or I'll sign a complaint that you administered medical treatment without a license! Insofar as the Harrison family is concerned, this engagement shall be terminated unfavorably. Come!" he said to his wife. She rose to follow.
Gloria stepped aside, but paused to ask, "Aren't you going to take Bertie with you?"
Mrs. Hanford said coldly, "He's already been taken to the hospital for treatment to bring him out of the trance you got him into. And so, Miss Hanford, will you please step aside and let me pass?"
And Mr. Harrison's parting shot was, "I shall sign my complaints in the morning—or if he is able, we'll make it thoroughly legal and have Bertram sign them."
He closed the door firmly.
Mrs. Hanford wailed, "Now what shall we do?"