mr. voysey. You're my partner and my son, and you'll inherit the business.
edward. [realizing at last that he has been led to the edge of this abyss.] Oh no, father.
mr. voysey. Why else have I had to tell you all this?
edward. [very simply.] Father, I can't. I can't possibly. I don't think you've any right to ask me.
mr. voysey. Why not, pray?
edward. It's perpetuating the dishonesty.
mr. voysey hardens at the unpleasant word.
mr. voysey. You don't believe that I've told you the truth.
edward. I wish to believe it.
mr. voysey. It's no proof . . that I've earned these twenty or thirty people their incomes for the last—how many years?