edward. [with complete indifference.] I don't know.
booth. [in trumpet tones.] Honor, will you oblige me by finding Hugh and saying I wish to speak to him, here, immediately?
honor, who has leapt at the sound of her name, flies from the room without a word.
beatrice. I know quite well what you want to talk about, Booth. Discuss the matter by all means if it amuses you . . but don't shout.
booth. I use the voice Nature has gifted me with, Beatrice.
beatrice. [as she searches for a glove button.] Certainly Nature did let herself go over your lungs.
booth. [glaring round with indignation.] This is a family matter, otherwise I should not feel it my duty to interfere . . as I do. Any member of the family has a right to express an opinion. I want Mother's. Mother, what do you think?
mrs. voysey. [amicably.] What about?
booth. Hugh and Beatrice separating.