William.
Say what you will, I call that cowardly.
Robert.
And then—If it is! Sooner or later, you will come to think as I do. Father himself had at last got to that standpoint. Father and you, you are as alike as two peas. You are both idealists of the same sort. In ’38 father started on the barricades, and he finishes up as a hypochondriacal hermit—One must get accustomed to the world and to oneself in time, that’s the thing; before one has finished sowing one’s wild oats.
William.
Or else work at oneself, to become something different.
Robert.
I think I see myself! What I am, I am. I have the right to be, whatever I am.
William.