mrs. voysey. What do you say?
trenchard. [collected and dry.] I may as well tell you, Edward, I suspected everything wasn't right about the time of my last quarrel with my father. Of course, I took care not to pursue my suspicions. Was father aware that you knew, Mother?
mrs. voysey. We never discussed it. There was once a great danger . . when you were all younger . . of his being found out. But we never discussed it.
edward. [swallowing a fresh bitterness.] I'm glad it isn't such a shock to all of you.
hugh. [alive to a dramatic aspect of the matter.] My God . . before the earth has settled on his grave!
edward. I thought it wrong to postpone telling you.
honor, the word swindling having spelt itself out in her mind, at last gives way to a burst of piteous grief.
honor. Oh, poor papa! . . poor papa!
edward. [comforting her kindly.] Honor, we shall want your help and advice.