alice. What has that to do with it?
beatrice. [putting her case very precisely.] I've had to earn my own living, consequently there isn't one thing in my life that I have ever done quite genuinely for its own sake . . but always with an eye towards bread-and-butter, pandering to the people who were to give me that. Happiness has been my only independence.
The conservatory door opens and through it come mr. voysey and mr. booth in the midst of a discussion.
mr. voysey. Very well, man, stick to the shares and risk it.
mr. george booth. No, of course, if you seriously advise me—
mr. voysey. I never advise greedy children; I let 'em overeat 'emselves and take the consequences—
alice. [shaking a finger.] Uncle Trench, you've been in the garden without a hat after playing billiards in that hot room.
mr. george booth. We had to give up . . my wrist was bad. They've started pool.
beatrice. Is Booth going to play?