edward. Go on, sir, go on. Let me know the worst.
mr. voysey. There's no immediate danger. I should think anyone could see that from the state of these accounts. There's no actual danger at all.
edward. Is that the worst?
mr. voysey. [his anger rising.] Have you studied these two accounts or have you not?
edward. Yes, sir.
mr. voysey. Well, where's the deficiency in Mrs. Murberry's income . . has she ever gone without a shilling? What has young Hatherley lost?
edward. He stands to lose—
mr. voysey. He stands to lose nothing if I'm spared for a little, and you will only bring a little common sense to bear and try to understand the difficulties of my position.
edward. Father, I'm not thinking ill of you . . that is, I'm trying not to. But won't you explain how you're justified—?
mr. voysey. In putting our affairs in order.