trenchard. I don't see what your objection is.
booth. [with some superiority.] Don't you? I should not have called myself a sentimental man, but . .
edward. You had better stay, Denis; you represent Ethel.
tregoning. [who has not heard the beginning of this.] Why? . .
honor has obediently come down from her room. She is pale and thin, shaken with grief and worn out besides; for needless to say the brunt of her father's illness, the brunt of everything has been on her. Six weeks nursing, part of it hopeless, will exhaust anyone. Her handkerchief to her eyes and every minute or two she cascades tears. edward goes and affectionately puts his arm round her.
edward. My dear Honor, I am sorry to be so . . so merciless. There! . . there! [he hands her into the room; then shuts the door; then turns and once more surveys the family, who this time mostly return the compliment. Then he says shortly.] I think you might all sit down. [But he goes close to his mother and speaks very distinctly, very kindly.] Mother, we're all going to have a little necessary talk over matters . . now, because it's most convenient. I hope it won't . . I hope you don't mind. Will you come to the table?
mrs. voysey looks up as if understanding more than he says.
mrs. voysey. Edward . .
edward. Yes, mother?