mr. voysey. [shortly, with one of the quick twists of his eye.] I have given my word to Denis.
edward. The money isn't yours to give.
mr. voysey. [in an indignant crescendo.] I should not dream of depriving Ethel of what, as my daughter, she has every right to expect. I am surprised at your suggesting such a thing.
edward. [pale and firm.] I'm set on this, Father.
mr. voysey. Don't be such a fool, Edward. What would it look like . . suddenly to refuse without rhyme or reason? What would old Tregoning think?
edward. [distressed.] You could give them a reason.
mr. voysey. Perhaps you'll invent one.
edward. If need be, Ethel should be told the truth.
mr. voysey. What!
edward. I know it would hurt her.