beatrice. Good workmen are humble.
hugh. And look to their wages.
beatrice. Well, I'm only a workman.
With that she breaks the contact of this quiet deadly hopeless little quarrel by turning her head away. The Major, who has given it most friendly attention, comments . .
booth. Of course! Quite so! I'm sure all that is a very interesting difference of opinion.
mrs. voysey leaves her armchair for her favourite station at the dining table.
mrs. voysey. Booth is the only one of you that I can hear at all distinctly. But if you two foolish young people think you want to separate . . try it. You'll soon come back to each other and be glad to. People can't fight against Nature for long. And marriage is a natural state . . once you're married.
booth. [with intense approval.] Quite right, Mother.
mrs. voysey. I know.
She resumes the Nineteenth Century. The Major, to the despair of everybody, makes yet another start; trying oratory this time.