mr. voysey. No, no.
edward. You should have brought one of the others into the firm . . Trenchard or Booth.
mr. voysey. [hardening.] Trenchard! [he dismisses that.] Well, you're a better man than Booth. Edward, you mustn't imagine that the whole world is standing on its head merely because you've had an unpleasant piece of news. You come down to Chislehurst to-night . . well, say to-morrow night. It'll be good for you . . stop your brooding . . that's your worst vice, Edward. You'll find the household as if nothing had happened. Then you'll remember that nothing really has happened. And presently you'll get to see that nothing need happen, if you keep your head. I remember times, when things have seemed at their worst, what a relief it's been to me . . my romp with you all in the nursery just before your bed time. Do you remember?
edward. Yes. I cut your head open once with that gun.
mr. voysey. [in a full glow of fine feeling.] And, my dear boy, if I knew that you were going to inform the next client you met of what I've just told you . .
edward. [with a shudder.] Oh, father!
mr. voysey. . . And that I should find myself in prison to-morrow, I wouldn't wish a single thing I've ever done undone. I have never wilfully harmed man or woman. My life's been a happy one. Your dear mother has been spared to me. You're most of you good children and a credit to what I've done for you.
edward. [the deadly humour of this too much for him.] Father!
mr. voysey. Run along now, run along. I must finish my letters and get into the City.