mr. voysey. That's no matter.
edward. [able to turn to his father again; won round by the kind voice.] How long has it been going on? Why didn't you tell me before? Oh, I know you thought you'd pull through; but I'm your partner . . I'm responsible too. Oh, I don't want to shirk that . . don't think I mean to shirk that, father. Perhaps I ought to have discovered, but those affairs were always in your hands. I trusted . . I beg your pardon. Oh, it's us . . not you. Everyone has trusted us.
mr. voysey. [calmly and kindly still.] You don't seem to notice that I'm not breaking my heart like this.
edward. What's the extent of the mischief? When did it begin? Father, what made you begin it?
mr. voysey. I didn't begin it.
edward. You didn't. Who then?
mr. voysey. My father before me. [edward stares.] That calms you a little.
edward. I'm glad . . my dear father! [and he puts out his hand. Then just a doubt enters his mind.] But I . . it's amazing.
mr. voysey. [shaking his head.] My inheritance, Edward.
edward. My dear father!