edward. [in agony.] Oh!
mr. voysey. Well, we'll return to the good lady later. Now let's take the other.
edward. The Hatherley Trust.
mr. voysey. Quite so.
edward. [with one accusing glance.] Trust.
mr. voysey. Go on.
edward. Oh, father . .
His grief comes uppermost again and mr. voysey meets it kindly.
mr. voysey. I know, my dear boy. I shall have lots to say to you. But let's get quietly through with these details first.