hugh. I haven't discussed it! I don't want to discuss it! Why can't you mind your own business? Now I'll go back to the billiard room and my book.
He is gone before the poor Major can recover his lost breath.
booth. [as he does recover it.] I am not an impatient man . . but really . . [and then words fail him.]
beatrice. [commenting calmly.] Of course Hugh was a spoilt child. They grow to hate their parents sooner than others. He still cries for what he wants. That makes him a wearisome companion.
booth. [very sulky now.] You married him with your eyes open, I suppose?
beatrice. How few women marry with their eyes open!
booth. You have never made the best of Hugh.
beatrice. I have spared him that indignity.
booth. [vindictively.] I am very glad that you can't separate.
beatrice. As soon as I'm reasonably sure of earning an income I shall walk off from him.