sarah. I am not going back to my husband. Arthur . . be useful to him.
lord arthur. No . . you are not coming to me. Always your father! [After a moment.] It was my little home in the country somehow said aloud you didn't care for me.
sarah. I fooled you to small purpose.
lord arthur. I wish you had once made friends with my wife.
sarah. If we . . this house I'm speaking of . . had made friends where we've only made tools and fools we shouldn't now be cursed as we are . . all. George, who is a cork, trying to sink socially. Ann is mad . . and a runaway.
lord arthur. Sarah, I've been devilish fond of you.
sarah. Be useful to Papa. [He shakes his head, obstinately.] Praise me a little. Haven't I worked my best for my family?
lord arthur. Suppose I could be useful to him now, would you, in spite of all, come to me . . no half measures?
sarah. Arthur . . [He makes a little passionate movement towards her, but she is cold.] It's time for me to vanish from this world, because I've nothing left to sell.
lord arthur. I can't help him. I don't want you.